Pieces on Earth

He’s the Destroyer Risen from the grave A soldier in life, a soldier in death His infernal chaingun is an instrument of hell He mows down all life Stalking the Earth, hunting forever Chaos incarnate wipes out the weak A face behind the mask Completely unknown No established motive, no true identity Just a killer, armed to the teeth Following orders from a world beyond A master of weapons Blasting the townspeople, sniping all traffic Cutting up farmers with a sharp combat knife He never stops killing Those who fight, those who beg Two patrolmen died on a dark road last night Nothing halts the massacre The wake of bodies Dark cults begin, bowed to the behemoth Praying to him, worshipping him This icon of slaughter