A faceless creature comes to life A spawn diseased by hate Never faced or seen the light Controlled by inner strength What if you fall or rise again Disfigured nightmare starts To drive you through the steps of death Before your eyes shut I am marching over Blood Trapped in the walls of suicide Theres no way to retreat Theres no way to change your life Your freedom now submit Over your blood I make my stand I march before your death Im feeding on the aftermath Im living of your breath Marching over blood I spit disease to the face of God Marching over blood Tear of your limps your time has come Marching over blood Before your eyes they rape your sons Marching over blood I spit disease to the face of God Deaths head is your destiny Ferocity disguised Somber, still and utterly Pain drawn in through your eyes What if you fall or rise again Disfigured nightmare starts To drive you through the steps of death Before your eyes shut
marching, blood, disfigured, spit, death