Mastodawn.

Mastodawn(Creeping Filth)

Your born,God chooses your line in place.
Ripping you one,and looses your faith
You become a son of war and hate
Raping and Killing some of your own bait

Your missing home and your calling quits
As bombs drop and kills all your friends
Blood sheds all over your bed
Can't function,full of fear
Something you'll see,feel or hear

Your eyes are bloodshot from not sleeping
But preditors in the trees are creeping
While your woman is silently still weeping.

Your prayers will enter her ears
When your silently sleeping,consuming your fears
And they're standing over your grave,smiling
And your six feet below,tossing and turning.