Slaughter Thy Poser

(album: Behind The Wall Of Sleep - 1994)

Slaughter thy poser, I'm thrashing him down
Thrashing him into the ground
Slamming our sledges down on their heads
All posers soon will be dead

Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain
Carving our way to their brains
Inflicting our vengeance, their makeup's' now blood
Feeding our dogs with their remains

Torturing them with our weapons of pain
All of their blood we will drain
A swing of our axe and off comes his head
All of the posers are dead

His head in a vice, it would be very nice
All posers will die by our hands
We'll rip out their hair and burn out their eyes
All of their blood we demand

Slaughter thy poser, I'm cracking his face
I'll shatter his skull with my mace
Plunging our ice picks into their eyes
All of the posers will die

Slaughter thy poser, I laugh as he begs
I'll saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot
You poser, you cannot escape
Your head I will crush like a grape