Blood Feast - 9. R.I.P. 9. R.I.P. With the destruction of the land Death will be close at hand A mishap long, long ago Who taught us to fight, no one knows Terrorism a thing of the past The power in the wrong hands kills at last Survivors are few and scattered Their remains are torn and tattered Get your guns! Get your weapons! We're going out for the killing Don't get in our way we'll stomp you If you live we take no prisoners Sick! Disgust! Eternal! Rest! They come from all sides Better make sure you put out your best Sick! Disgust! Eternal! Rest! AAARRRGGGHHH! The ultimate sacrifice has come to us Worse than exploding a school bus The time to regroup and strengthen To the earth's end will make us legends Kill all mutated and birth-defected children Leaving no sight for anyone to catch them The endless winter is cold and harsch Remembering when you thought it was a farce Sick! Disgust! Eternal! Rest! AAARRRGGGHHH! The world as we know it never regains It all changes in time, not quite the same The marauders reap, havoc in time But they all run around the world more or less blind In all the confusion no one knows The evil one plans for everything to blow One last bomb was left for some strange reason Ot goes off now there will be No more seasons