Moving through the cover of nightWith battle hardened hate in their eyesAnticipate the surgical strikeUnsuspecting victimsWill suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agonyViolence, the purest form, a primitive traitThe weak will inherit the earth pile on top of their gravesSurvival is slipping the attack has already begunDominant force batter their prey, bludgeons their weapon of choiceA vicious tradition since the dawn of mantraumatizing agonyMurderous revelry, smashing people to piecesThis kind of hate cannot be containedThose who have fallen onto the ground will never rise againSqualid and broken no match for the enemyToo weak to fight back no chance for escapeCovered in their own bloodThe surgical strike must go onRipping out organs they’re hung on displayA message to others they’ll die the same wayCovered in their own bloodThe surgical strike must go on(Solo: Rob Barrett)(Solo: Pat O’Brien)Moving through the cover of nightWith battle hardened hate in their eyesAnticipate the surgical strikeUnsuspecting victimsWill suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony