Day Is Ours Yarvin
The rivers flow red with the blood of the damned
Desolence and plague overcome this land
Fulfilling the prophesy, now come to life
Ending this hypocrisy, to be washed clean
I am the anointed, one with the gods
The face of a tyrant, black with disgust
Now, resurrected
Deep inside my grows, ancient evil
Never ending hate, consummate me as your king
Desecration let the time of death be now.
Rise, within me
Become, all knowing
This is your time, the blood of the massacre
Where is your pride.
Extradition with open arms to the rain
Extradition, need now bestowed
My eyes are of judgement, my hands are of death
