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(Music by Kosmos Reversum & Lord J. H. Psycho

Lyrics by Lord J. H. Psycho)

It’s sickening to witness decay on every level

This torpid acceptance never ceases to bedevil

Shut up, I’ve no use for the vapid words you speak

Just crawl your way through one more day so empty, so bleak

Imitations of bliss and sorrow

Fail to mask such a dreary state

Trust the cold hands of tomorrow

And prove you truly earned your fate

You live on your knees to die face down in the mud

Nameless, forgotten, a drop of piss in the flood

You all choose your downfall, thus none shall be exempt

For everything I see I hold nothing but contempt

Sick of being dismayed by your disgraceful ways

Seems like something wretched lives in your d.n.a.

If this is your trail, well, it sure shall not be mine

I won’t wait for failure diligently in line

The more I see, the more I can’t stand

While you only seem to all grow numb

Marching on with the faceless band

Same beat on a different drum

While your mind slumbers the treacherous seeds

Have blossomed into venomous fruits

Prophets and hangmen, your words and your deeds

You’ll reconsider when your skulls are splintered by my boots

Throbbing stillness

The plunge draws near

Nemesis dawns

Impartial, severe

Do you think ignorance is free?

How I long for the day

All you fools will be forced to see

The wreckage born of your deviant ways

Let’s see who’ll be standing when renewal cuts all strings

Daybreak whips the dormant, panic floods their bloodshot eyes

Here ends the road for all who fail to withstand

Take heed of tomorrow, beware of what it brings

Cowards and betrayers receive their well earned prize

Trees without roots capsize in the wind that sweeps the land

I’ve had it with tolerance, by now I know the score

On my feet or on my knees I’ll meet your world with war

I won’t waste a minute trying to understand your cause

The oncoming payback is sharpening its claws

None of you has ever failed to fail me

Bridges I’ve torched are my guiding stars

All you may you scheme can no longer assail me

Wisdom is written in nightmares and scars

Who shall inherit your pitiable crowns?

The circling vultures, the hungry worms

Nothing left for me on these bleeding grounds

If I must fall, I will on my own terms

Through many a winter

I’ve soldiered on

And by all means I will

Long after your stain is gone