Accursed Dawn

Conquest of a Dying Culture

Accursed Dawn


Along these once fresh and fertile fields;
Did we spread like wildfire, a swarming hatred;
Laying waste to all those who oppose our creed; 
Like armies marching, on in death's name.
A storm of ideals, unbridled power; 
False knowledge fashioned for our conquest; 
Destruction's minions, with one aim in mind;

A free world for the taking. 
Across these pure and sacred lands; 
Did we plant our seeds, of deception;
Our blind faith and the fruits of our labor;
Lie in a failing system. 

Rape and slaughter those who won't accept this; 
We shall water our fields with all their blood; 
A raging harvest wrought with disapproval; 
The end result of our burning Eden. 

This machine will drive on and on; 
Whether or not you are on board; 
Devastation is the only thing; 
That it produces.
The destiny of our culture.

All creation shall perish; 
The price of advancement; 
This device will not fail;
Our vehicle for change. 

A hunger fueled by lethal intentions; 
Running rampant through our minds; 
Thirsting for an absolute mastery; 
The time will soon come when all will think like us. 

Nothing shall pass 'til man has reached his mark; 
No one shall rest 'til gods we all become. 
Consume the fruit of the forbidden tree; 
This world belongs to us;
None shall oppose us but must.