Within Destruction Malevolent
Gaze upon the nightwalker
Mutating from a frail form
It is the onset and the ruin of existence
Embodied immortality before our eyes
Can you save our lives
Or will you run like the rest of the scum
I'd rather f..cking die
Woodlands drown in the calamity
The purest souls asphyxiate and forever fade away
They feast upon the dying
As they march and slay
Can you save our lives
Or will you run like the rest of the scum
Will you save the ones you love
Or will you run, you f..cking scum
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be six feet deep
Buried beneath the soil
Like the rest of human filth
Beneath the soil
Like the rest of human filth
They cry but you cannot feel them
We listen to their pain but we cannot hear them
Can you save our lives
Or will you run like the rest of the scum
I'd rather be dead
Be dead
