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Hungry we storm through the night
To kill everything in god’s might

Like hellhounds we drool for your flesh
Like black death rats we eat through your chest
Like vultures we feast on your corpse
Blood thirsty generals at war

We drink the blood straight off the vein
We crack the skull, devour the brain
We kill for pleasure, our bloodfeast has begun
We are the wolftribe - like father like son

Prowl through the night we are the spawn of the summoning
Awake the dead!
Awakening the dead, you know it, you will be…
Left For Dead! Left For Dead!

Screaming, crying, nothing can stop this moment of death
You are fading away, your eyes cannot shut coz they are forced up with broken glass

Now witness your own death
Intestines are flying as we rip them out your ass
Impaled through the chest
The torture division now use you for the black mass

Tortured, dismembered
Your body hang so helpless and useless
You beg for mercy
We are not here to save you we are only after death

We come around like animals
We eat you alive like cannibals
We fuck you up with morning stars
Torture Division - Elite Serial Killas

Prowl through the night we are the spawn of the summoning
Awake the dead!
Awakening the dead, you know it, you will be…
Left For Dead! Left For Dead!

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