[Style: 1990s alternative metal, heavy analog bass, tight mechanical drum kit, complex polyrhythmic groove, sharp metallic guitar tone, brooding baritone vocals, subdued intensity, spoken-sung delivery, short song structure, radio edit pacing, under 4 minutes, concise arrangement, no shredding, dry mix] [Intro] [Staccato bassline intro, sharp crisp snare, tight hypnotic rhythm] Hoof of lamb, Split to walk On good or deepest evil. Here stands the purest of beasts. Mild, mundane creatures, Obedient, blindly, faithfully, Tirelessly complacent. [Verse 1] [Subdued intensity, close-mic delivery, bass carries the weight] Drain flies of the mundane. A simple sacrifice, just sign here. You ask not, You'll want not, For nothing but the Naked souls of your enslaved children, Bred and educated in the indoctrinated Compliance of sloven and outbred need to defend home, hearth, and blood-dominant heritage. [Pre-Chorus] [Drums pick up pace with sharp rim clicks, bass gets aggressive] You trash, rape, and murder Anyone who ain't like you. Rubbish dumping rubbish, Till rubbish rules. Once you've removed anyone who is not like you, You'll turn on each other. You already have. That's what brought you fuckers here. Even your own don't want you near. Time to get the fuck out of here. Read my sneer. [Valley Dip] [Music strips back instantly to a heavy, hollow bass pulse and dry kick drum] From the bollocks to the chin, Cocksucker, smell of sin. If a dog don't like you, Learn the lesson. You are not favoured in Western society. [Instrumental Interlude] [Wah-wah guitar filter sweeps, rhythmic scratching textures, analog delay modulation, locked into a heavy drop bassline, no solo] [Bridge] [Guitars slam back in with sharp metallic crunch, driving and relentless] Kill for your kind. Kill for your kind. Before they rape and murder your daughters. If you comply, First to die. Made the bed in which you lie. [Climax] [Full heavy alternative metal wall, intense brooding vocals, sharp mechanical drum hits] Good bye to the weak and worn. You are willing fodder. Think about your daughter. Does she have a price tag? Now is the time to move. Extermination, Castration, Sterilisation. Consequences of assimilation. Yes, it's come to this. Like I said, In the end, You turn on yourselves. Subhuman mongrels Will be erased. [Outro] [Abrupt drop into a spacious, echo-drenched bassline, room fading out] [Spoken flat cadence, dry vocal mix] Fuck you and your kind. Bedbug, Cockroach, Menace, Mutant race. [End]
