Better Off Dead Ingested

You think your law is gospel, you think you know the rules

We've burnt down all your effigies, and fostered all the fools

We've snatched the life right out of you, we know you're not amused

This is the way it is

Murder our enemies

We are the shepherds bitch

Kings, gods and deities

We tell you to fight

You kill them instead

We tell you to maim

Then you bring us the head
Display all the traitors

The rivers run red

Who wants to live, when you're better off dead
Violence