The Wicked Marches On Lyrics


Revolting scum that breathes

With no legacy to leave behind

All you leave is a stained memory

Which soon will fade away

Crawl back to the abyss

Into the primordial ooze which spawned you

Filth disguised as men

Feeding from the misfortune of this place

Yet the wicked marches on

With no regard for what they do is wrong

Pushing ahead to further themselves

On the behalf of no one else

Mankind is bred by design

To crap right where it eats

The only species through history

In love with its own defeat