Skulls piled on concrete, executions made with ease.nTombs filled with sickness, an invader who won't take heed.nEvolving with a shotgun, launching killing spree.nUnleashing death on mankind, excluding not a soul free.nnHe won't be satisfiednnA gallery of death art, primitive actions to be seen.nCeiling dripping from their blood, loves to watch them creep.nOpened the gates of torture, he has found his way.nGenerations screaming for more, ripping trough the gateways.nnThe destroyer...nnSkulls piled...nnThe destroyer...