Conducting From The Grave Marching Towards Extinction
Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the
walls
The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through
the halls
Passing through a candlelit chamber of lies wealth
can't escape the shrilling screams of undead souls
When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with
blood would you kill your own kind, would you honor
those that died
When forced into battle morals become obsolete and
everyone becomes a nemesis
Slaves of a treacherous beast to capture freedoms of
the human mind
But in the dark glow of the moonlight's shadow this
creature awaits
Visualizing the nightmares of an eminant future.
Spreading fear and hatred through his people he
embarked on a quest to sabotage humanity
A stadium of genocide at his fingertips. The apocalypse
is upon us. Horizons fog with greed
No action is taken by the absent militia and the path
to devastation remains
Who will escape the blade and begin a new age of
revolution? When the sky freezes over and begins to
storm with blood would you kill your own kind, would
you honor those that died.
