Consumed -

Tribe burn the wicked

Born mutilated

You’re cursed, before, your day

Dark ages haunt you

Turn to the maker

Embrace, your death, your own

Left for dead, out in the dark, a price will be paid

Scrape, scratch, crawl, claw, my wrath will be felt

Consumed with hatred

You dead from within

The cursed will be pained

Misdirected hate

I am the common outcast

No contribution

To your retribution

Your own, your own, your own

Blind satisfaction

You die in disgust

You choke, your blood, you’re dead