Rings Of Saturn Fruitless Existence
Erasure of degenerates by the celestial
Divine otherworldly beings prepare for a detrimental
invasion of another planet
An empire reborn, fabricated from the inhabitants
neglecting it's utter importance
Hollow eyes pierce the soul with no remorse, an
emptiness not of the mortal comprehension
The atmosphere, thick with the stench of decomposing
bodies, entice my minion to kill
Bow to your true f..cking creators
Bow to your true f..cking creators
The odious, suffering the doom they have reaped
A fruitless existence
Ungrateful species of filth and corruption, we cast you
into the void
Heavenly wrath upon the nefarious
Created to satisfy our growing hunger
They fade away, their extinction predestined
In place are celestial avengers
Who now gaze upon us humans
Erasure of degenerates by the celestial
Divine otherworldly beings prepare for a detrimental
invasion of another planet
An empire reborn, fabricated from the inhabitants
neglecting it's utter importance
Hollow eyes pierce the soul with no remorse, an
emptiness not of the mortal comprehension
The atmosphere, thick with the stench of decomposing
bodies, entice my minion to kill
