Heathen Lyrics - On The Seventh Day God Created... Master - Master

The streets and the cities 

The alleys of woe 

The forces of hatred 

Are out of control 

The lurk in the fields 

Alone in the night 

A sickly perversion, excursion 

That's not in sight 

(Bible passage) 

He travels he streets 

Different weapons in hand 

He searches for victims 

Befriends the demand 

Ridding the world of 

The homeless disease 

Laughing out loudly 

Ignoring their pleas 

Victims of the chosen 

Have been clearly marked and pushed aside 

Many body parts were frozen 

Simply just a waste of life 

Eating the flesh of the virgins 

The taste of blood 

Picking the brains of desertion 

Forever more 

Stabbing the hearts of the weakened society 

Killing the worthless for pleasure now 

Raping the dead it's so silent 

A twist of fate 

A wave of sick violence 

A question of give and take 

Taxpayers earning just 

Feed them the deathly row 

The chair gathers dust 

As they age in their cell 

Documented murders often 

Skip the press and go unsolved 

Morbid visions, gross divisions 

Multiply the cause of death 

You fucking heathen! 

Go back to hell, where you fucking came from!