Dawn Of Demise A Malignant Condition
Start to excruciate
Inane thoughts of emptiness
It will never be the same again
Inflict hurt so heavenly
Bring us the abnormity
Free our minds
Show us all certainty
Cast aside weakness
See our heresy crush your normalcy
We will make you bow down
Our adversity, the epitome
We will kill all in
Cold blood - seeds of hatred feeds us all
We align our fate
Firm hate - forces us to uncreate
Take them down
Begin the alternate
The alteration of the common state
A malignant condition in a darkened mind