Blood Red Throne - In Hell I Roam

Flesh ripped from my bones
 Survival of the weakest force
 Bullets form the tongue of damnation
 Brainwashed minds cut out the eyes
 Of reason in a desperate stare
 Hatred comes from nothing more
 Where's your God now?
 Mercy does not exist
 God's children slaying their brothers
 Signing his name on their grave
 No stones are left unturned

 Bodies cover the floor
 Grass turns red as the blood descends
 God is not here anymore
 Reflection in the knife as your life ends
 Mercy does not exist
 God's children slaying their brothers
 Signing his name on their grave
 No stones are left unturned

 This is hell this is my home, my home is hell
 In this fucking hell i roam

 Need repent, decapitation forced on life
 Feed torment, mother's raped with rusty knife
 Hills of bodies, black smoke rises
 Burning limbs and stench of death
 Evil machine stands tall holding ground
 Pure and clean
 Lies dead and hellbound

 This is hell this is home
 Home is hell in this hell i roam
 Flesh ripped from your bones
 Where's your God now?