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Plague-like, infectious to the core

the claws of the West imperium

reach out to conquer

destroy to expand and expand to destroy more

the vultures saw profit

and they carved a deep wound

in humanity's fate..

i hear...

The cries of pain and torment

As vanity preys on the weak

They are lurching from their graves

filled with horror of the human race...

Starring at the sky, we are all alone

Every night we die, the same fraud

Fear belongs to thee, look into your misery

An explosion in your head

what would you expect, to find...

i hear...

The cries of pain and torment

As vanity preys on the weak

They are lurching from their graves

filled with horror of the human race...