Ritual Of The Depraved

Everyday eating excrements
Kneeled your head in the bog
Hard or soft no importance
Taking pleasure in decadence
Children and professional success
You're an example for society
But when your wife's away
The ritual takes place in shit.

Orgies with animals
Horses, pigs, monkeys
Everything is permitted
Sub-humans reaching ecstasy
Covered by the spunk of beasts in fury
Victims of incest
Or just in search for new emotions
Not even a show of shame
Enjoy the ritual of the depraved.

Fetishists obsessed by leather
With no more identity
Nothing but objects.

You're the dregs of an already dying humanity
You're the cream of the most contemptible depravity.

Feel my gun in your bloody asshole
This will be your last suffering
I'll no longer tolerate your sub-human deeds
You can be proud of your deviance
You'll never belong to my race.

You're the dregs of an already dying humanity
You're the cream of the most contemptible depravity.

Enter the ritual.