In Hell I Roam

Flesh ripped from my bones

Survival of the weakest force

Bullets form the tongue of damnation

Brainwashed minds cut out the eyes

Of reason in a desperate stare

Hatred comes from nothing more

Where's your God now?

Mercy does not exist

God's children slaying their brothers

Signing his name on their grave

No stones are left unturned


Bodies cover the floor

Grass turns red as the blood descends

God is not here anymore

Reflection in the knife as your life ends

Mercy does not exist

God's children slaying their brothers

Signing his name on their grave

No stones are left unturned


This is hell this is my home, my home is hell

In this fucking hell i roam


Need repent, decapitation forced on life

Feed torment, mother's raped with rusty knife


Hills of bodies, black smoke rises

Burning limbs and stench of death

Evil machine stands tall holding ground

Pure and clean

Lies dead and hellbound


This is hell this is home

Home is hell in this hell i roam

Flesh ripped from your bones

Where's your God now?