Breakfast at the Manchester Morgue

Raise my banner drenched in blood
As I hold my hammer high
Smash it down, splitting your skull
As I ravage all life across the land
No one, shall endure my wrath
Feasting, upon the flesh I lack
Fetish, for the dead I’ve raped
Todesking supreme, harvester of hate
Rapist of the weak
Necro-ubermensch arise
Witness massive piles of bodies, burning bright
Hate-fucked, I thrust as I punch
So you writhe in agony
Lord Gore, the sickness of all mankind