From Autumn To Ashes
"Deth Kult Social Club"

On the might of kings and captains
on the eyes of midnight watchmen
I know my hatred is perfect for the culprit who deserves it
Dead meat against your broken bones
thrown in a ditch to die alone
But there is no dream worth pursuing when there is no body embracing and there is no war worth fighting when there is no blood worth spilling
I know my hatred is pure for the new recruit
impostors on the fast track to public execution
beggars formally unite
but your pleas are ineffective
And if you ever come back
Beautiful incarnation
I'll lie down at your feet and accept my punishment
You better save yourself