Take A Close Look This Brazen Bull Shall Be Your Tomb Take off your clothes You wouldn't want them to melt Get inside quick this trap doors been made just for you Rest up easy I see the flames engulf the Bronze BRONZE! Your skin starts to melt As the heat conducts through you The Brazen Bull's Red Hot Just right to roast you Your shrieks of Agony music to my ears Your screams of misery Melodious Harmony The smoke rises I inhale the Incense Stench of burning flesh No sweeter smell (Guitar) The bellowing sounds from Within So tender You die Gurgling My Sadistic Tendencies Quenched The bellowing sounds from Within So tender You die Gurgling My Sadistic Tendencies Quenched I roast your carcass till your bones sparkle I'm not gonna let you rest in peace Even in Death The Scorched Skeleton Of Yours Will never go washed Bring out the craftsman we shall make ornaments

The invasion commences Attack Of the Hordes Mercilessly they advance Plunder On their minds Ruthless the onslaught Begins Villagers Quail in fear Feeling their homes They scurry But no match For the Hordes Charging The tribesman foray deeper into the streets and alleys Storming Houses and sacred places People Caught with nets wrangled Charging The tribesman foray deeper Into The streets and alleys Storming Houses and sacred places People Caught with nets wrangled Humans hearded like cattle Then dragged to their DOOM! Women and children not spared The village DEAD SOON! Their hands and legs are now tied Let the mass hanging begin Nooses hung from the banyan Slipped over the oblivious Tightening the nooses slowly And savoring every second The horde enjoy the moment Savage instincts they don't DIE! In The Forest There Remains A Few Now Hidden from the Hordes Line of sight In The Forest There Remains A Few Now Hidden from the Hordes Line of sight (Guitar) Vicious Fetishes show themselves in times of war An entire village Hanged from a single tree Twisting and struggling THEY ALL PERISH From the young to old NONE SPARED! In The Forest There Remains A Few Now Hidden from the Hordes Line of sight In The Forest There Remains A Few Now Hidden from the Hordes Line of sight THE NECKTIE PARTY CONCLUDES AS CORPSES HANG FROM A TREE

Dressed up as a clown I rape and torment with no frown! Cuff you up and gag with blatant apathy Sodomise the innocence preserving thee Surmounting control, threatening infancy Boyhood and adolescence destroyed for glee Your life's a joke to me Surplus of hysteria Invasive mockery A lush rouge experience! Acquainted neighbour Entrust beyond reciprocal Intent tainted Abrasive surroundings terrorize! Forsake righteousness Embrace violent tactics Dressed up like a clown to hide the scars that run deep! Your life's a joke to me Surplus of hysteria Invasive mockery A lush rouge experience! You think, you think you've had enough I will make you a maraschino pie Enough tricks, enough banter I will stab and pulverize your face! The killing... the killing Joke