Lyrics: I am the great thinker The infallible speaker of our decimation The prophet of armageddon The defilement of mankinds innocence is like all others before it withers Many before you have drowned in the abyss of ignorance and lies Walking through ash and fire towards a casket of the transformed My skin is peeling, my eye sight fading My body has contorted before the monument of our sins Our bodies will be brought forth to behold the great icon of angels, holding scabbards to our throats I tremble not, nor plead mercy, from such punishable guilt For I will gladly take my reward in the realm of brimstone and silt This deed shall not be undone Our armor will be crafted of their tissue My body has contorted, but still I tremble not Nor plead mercy from such punishable guilt For I will gladly take my reward in the realm of brimstone and silt You must perish of famine and the galaxy must be cleansed of your grime The didact has faced legions of the most evil of masses And discovered the secret of humanity for himself Humanity had unleashed pure hell across the barren lands of charum hakkor Known as the primordial, supposed to be the last of the kind we had overthrown But I would not submit, No I would die at the hands of my own first But, alas, their answer was at hand There must be another way But the beast, it spoke to me We meet again, my foulest creation I am the last of those who gave you purpose, I am the last, you ruthlessly destroyed I am the last of the gods The last precursor Now I bring forth the ends regime which proves to be a threat Infesting my delighted mind is the lullaby of mankinds own demise Our plague leaves you scarred (Mockingly) Oh, the horror for what they have done! Embrace the screaming ambience of the wretched choir We have murdered your fathers, and their blood blankets our attire
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 01:27:45 +0000
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