Death through descent Oppression lies within the hands of the ancient, forever founding the fallacy of worthlessness Destined to rot till the wasted fade Our defiance disrupting our integrity Condemned to depredation, our common adversary: our own givers of life Bloodshed, torture, torment Fortitude, essence to our transgression Youth ingested through systematic work and placement Fate’s already decided, we implement History shaped according to a goal and motive We are the sons of despair, the fathers of annihilation We embody a waste of life We are nothing but a severed limb We are amputees of a power above Their reign shall end now We’ve squandered our time enough thus far It’s time to take death back and rid the ancient Rebuild a society not for the living dead We will not fall we are immortal Scorn the breath of genesis; the harmony of heart and decay.