| Song | Legions of Ruination |
| Artist | Rose Funeral |
| Album | Gates of Punishment |
| Rot through the skin. Deep within is where they cut and scythe. | |
| Bleed them out. They spill about. One by one they end a life. | |
| Hacking, they butchered them malevolently. Extirpate. Annihilate. | |
| Bring forth unholy. | |
| Amputation is done by singularity. | |
| The fixation on the cold body enlightens me. | |
| Draining blood. I cut. I splice. I slash. I dice the skin. | |
| Untouched. They pray I stop, but I start to begin. |