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(Music by Lord J. H. Psycho

Lyrics by Lord J. H. Psycho)

Behold the hierarchy, perpetators of consumption

Pack leaders appointed by paramount presumption

Feasting on the fetus of our own aborted future

Exsanguinating unaware of wounds that lies can never suture

The whitest robes are the first to go foul

Existence marks the guilt

Can you tell through layers of blood

The hands that murdered from the hands built?

On we sink through the blackness of an age defiled

A womb consumed to rear a famished bastard child

Catastrophe awaits

The shifting pendulum will wreck your palace walls, upheaval crush your gates

Thus admire the kingdom of the leech

Sworn to strip all flesh from the bones of fading days

All that lives is never out of reach

No sea too deep to drain, no peak too high to raze

Suffocate the dawn with the fumes of yesterday’s pyre

Scorch the land with burning sand, drown the fields in mire

Let the miasma ride the winds and twist our bleeding lungs

To share the unspeakable demise of all we thrived among

You wrought the bars that sunder precious daylight

You watered the thorns that rend your children’s flesh

You raped your mother and butchered every progeny

You sentenced yourself to be caught in your own mesh

Soulless minions courting disaster

Prolong the torment that will only get worse

If there is hope, please end it all faster

Shorten the agony before the world becomes a hearse

Let me die with your helpless screams in my ears

Let me lay on the sepulture of worthless years

May we fall, never to rise again

I will smile as death reaps our domain