A Night In Texas Mechanized Genocide (feat. To The Grave)
Beware, for here the walls have ears
The whispers of old demons, feeding on their fears
Each step forward, a descent into darker realms
This is the twelfth plane of torment
In the bleak desolation, I languished
Waiting within the confines of this vile realm
The bitter winds whisper cruel secrets
Rotting in this vile hell
They stripped me of my dignity
They stripped mе, of my dignity
Reduced me to nothing but a bag of mеat
Churning bodies through the death machine
A macabre symphony
Where screams echo
In eternal harmony
In the bleak desolation, I languished
Waiting within the confines of this vile realm
The bitter winds whisper cruel secrets
Tallying lifeless forms as they plummet to the abyss
Trapped within a vortex of brutality
Consciousness intertwined in visceral tortures grip for eternity
Beware, for here the walls have ears
The whispers of old demons, feeding on our fears
Each step forward, a descent into darker realms
This is the twelfth plane of torment
Welcome the torment
A human manufactured purgatory
Souls forever consumed
Eternal descent
Innocence absolved
Virtue paid the price
Death will reign upon us all
