Crash through the pantry
Dice the throats of all of their families
Trees cut down to rubble and fire
Desire to toss every home in the pyre
L'enfants sauvages fights back through the barrage
Maiming and tearing and desecrating the visage
Upon the witness of his mother's rape and murder
he carries her reeking flesh with a murmur
"For her wealth and her knowledge, I'll tear those responsible
Those who escaped will sleep in rubble
Crumble their hearts betwixt my fists
Piss on their graves, no rumble in their wrists"
As I left my burning earth behind me
a life of revenge I did decree
I hated the murderous church and its falsity
I believed my mother dug her grave through their philosophy

My stop, climbed to the mountain top
Ten million foot drop, feral horses clop
Heard victim number one hop the fuck off
The cold wind blew, the rapist coughed
Immense snows hid me from sight
I took no delight in planning out this murder site
Heard the bearer's screams in my head
I gripped his throat, no blood was shed
Have you ever seen a feral child?
Have you ever rained a scourge on the meek and the mild?
You raped my pride, I'll drink your sweet blood
You will regret ever testing my boyhood
Now your roll runs red
Your life I behead
You live on in trauma
You live on, dead
You live with reciprocity
Live without your dignity
Live with a twenty whip lash to your philosophy

I'll carry us through the pines
I'll carry us through these times
Feet blistered, hands frozen
Altruistic life was chosen
Teeming on out through my pores
Iced sweat, no regret, carry your corpse
Your resting places after these wars will be at the top, at Valhalla's doors
You'll enter and never return
You won't be there to carry my urn
Selflessness for selfishness
Funeral in hospice
Bastard from the basket with good will and hatchet did enter your mind, found a place to inhabit
He climbed through the rubble, through maggots and granite, to place your carcass in a breathing casket
I am not the one, I am not the one
As the leaves did fall, the mountains blocked out the sun
My storm raged and I grew
I climb these mountains for you


Entered the cave to the witches coven
Ties to my brethren remained woven
Trying to mend this charcoal heart
evermore plunging down into the dark
I rest my soul at the mire
Toss my friends into the pyre
Ashes soar into the sky
I sing to the hall up high
The golden walls of heaven greet my friends of good
The strongholds of Valhalla is where the strong stood
I went back to the den of thieves, brought them all to their knees
Back from the tomb, back from the dead
Battleaxe unto your heads
Bestial bleeding heads mantled at the riverbed