Prophetic Entrails

Pulling forth the guts from the lamb

Unholy grotesque omen that was born to our tribe

A sign that we are all fucking damned

The shaman clutches bowels and speaks of horrid doom to come

Demonic pigs shall enter our land

Rape and pillage, killing, taking all that they can

If our people do not rise and take a stand

Our memory will last only as long as blood does in the sand

Their vessels marked with the sign of black death

They’ve seized our shores

Deplorable creatures of questionable practice

Now encroach our doors

Demons disguised as men

Will come and take everything

Raping away our bloodlines

Pestilence they bring

It is the prophecy

It is the prophecy

It is the prophecy in the entrails

And what the shaman sees

Is murder and disease

So prepare yourselves for horror

It is the prophecy

It is the prophecy

It is the prophecy in the entrails

And what the shaman sees

Is what shall come to be

Deplorable human-pig invasion

Greed, greed, greed, greed

It is the prophecy

It is the prophecy

It is the prophecy in the entrails

And what the shaman sees

Is murder and disease

So prepare yourselves for horror

It is the prophecy

It is the prophecy

It is the prophecy in the entrails

And what the shaman sees

Is what shall come to be

Deplorable human-pig invasion

A prophecy in the lamb’s intestines

A prophecy of horror

Let us slaughter them in their sleep

To prevent this terror