We Want Your Blood

Fighter for the underdog, fighter for the wogs
fighting the savage fog
Penury sends vile the underdog
Crimes taking the cunts into the savage fog
Desire thrown into the raging fire of fear
So where does it go from here, well look at my
running tears, do you see the river near
Drown you there I will if you should fuck my year
and that I guarantee
Fools you are on daily affairs, and I your
master to bear, fucking up your view
And we who entertain you, we who carry the
mark of Satan, we want your blood, we want to
drown you in mud, flood your mind with
our thunder, rape your pure fucking soul that
you surrender, cage you in slumber
That we will do to you, just to keep you under
and have you all wonder
a pleasure we will squander
No one needs to see into our culture
for trust in us will be your rapture

Now come to me children of the night, see the
picture under the lights, do you see the
flea bite? Well that’s what you are to me
nothing but a sugar pea, depending on me to
justify your freedom
Ranting and raving in random, governments your
welcome clause
ransom applause
fucking your sad enthusiasm for their cause
enticing you into the fires spore
Thus you there awaken poor
some would be whore, dumb fucks in awe
trapped by the doors of power, and you feed
from their flower
Fucked up and in sower mode, talking in tongues
to unlock the fuckers code, well that may be
what’s keeping you from eroding toward
fucking poor
Still we who entertain you, we who carry the
mark of Satan, we who cry your tears
live your fears
We want your blood, we want your fucking blood
thus we see you drown in our mud

Arbitrator to your fucking voracity, grandeur
moments over such frugality, these are the
moments to fuck your asthenic structure
taking you far into your cryptozoic zone
Killing you inside, stripping you to the bone 
And there you shall slide into the unknown
subside to nothing and alone
Rain on your home of sunken plaster
pain your master
Sinister moments such as that can only evoke
much laughter from us, for we are your pus
assessing you for our dirty pleasures 
Molestation you desire over freedom of rights
for we are all you request, allowing us to behest
your treasures
This we suggest thus you detest, this will be
our bequest
For that we fuck you, kill you if we fucking
have to, or turn you into scapegoats for our
amusement, assistants to our concept

Underdogs we pretend to fight for fervently
just because it excites us to see them in
vehement moments
Now this that we speak of is all about you
cunts rolling in spew, servant fuckers in the
queue of anguish, venting frustrations you do at
your own peril, for our only wish is your sorrow
Taxing you all the way through windows of
your tomorrows
And all you do is just fucking borrow
and borrow and borrow until you plummet from
lassitude
So crumpet munchers, inflate the coffers of
our lust, mate your worthiness for us
and be forever more the bastard poor
Giver of blood
sacrificer of all just for some spud
So hear us fuckers and hear us good 
We want your blood
for we who entertain you
we who do you over and drown you in mud
we want your rich fucking blood