Hungry we storm through the night To kill everything in god's might Like hellhounds we drool for your flesh Like black death rats we eat through your chest Like vultures we feast on your corpse Blood thirsty generals at war We drink the blood straight off the vein We crack the skull, devour the brain We kill for pleasure, our bloodfeast has begun We are the wolftribe - like father like son Prowl through the night we are the spawn of the summoning AWAKE THE DEAD! Awakening the dead, you know it, you will be... LEFT FOR DEAD! LEFT FOR DEAD! Screaming, crying, nothing can stop this moment of death You are fading away, your eyes cannot shut coz they are forced up with broken glass Now witness your own death Intestines are flying as we rip them out your ass Impaled through the chest The torture division now use you for the black mass Tortured, dismembered Your body hang so helpless and useless You beg for mercy We are not here to save you we are only after death We come around like animals We eat you alive like cannibals We fuck you up with morning stars Torture Division - Elite Serial Killas Prowl through the night we are the spawn of the summoning AWAKE THE DEAD! Awakening the dead, you know it, you will be... LEFT FOR DEAD! LEFT FOR DEAD!