Necktie Party

The invasion commences Attack Of the Hordes Mercilessly they advance Plunder On their minds Ruthless the onslaught Begins Villagers Quail in fear Feeling their homes They scurry But no match For the Hordes Charging The tribesman foray deeper into the streets and alleys Storming Houses and sacred places People Caught with nets wrangled Charging The tribesman foray deeper Into The streets and alleys Storming Houses and sacred places People Caught with nets wrangled Humans hearded like cattle Then dragged to their DOOM! Women and children not spared The village DEAD SOON! Their hands and legs are now tied Let the mass hanging begin Nooses hung from the banyan Slipped over the oblivious Tightening the nooses slowly And savoring every second The horde enjoy the moment Savage instincts they don't DIE! In The Forest There Remains A Few Now Hidden from the Hordes Line of sight In The Forest There Remains A Few Now Hidden from the Hordes Line of sight (Guitar) Vicious Fetishes show themselves in times of war An entire village Hanged from a single tree Twisting and struggling THEY ALL PERISH From the young to old NONE SPARED! In The Forest There Remains A Few Now Hidden from the Hordes Line of sight In The Forest There Remains A Few Now Hidden from the Hordes Line of sight THE NECKTIE PARTY CONCLUDES AS CORPSES HANG FROM A TREE