Disciples of Power

Born unto Death

Disciples of Power


Dementia of insanity 
Trapped inside thier poisoned land 
Pray to gods that do not hear 
Soon to rot with pangs of fear 
Physphoria - Herds of human starving omens 
Thinning skeletons scorching, roasting, rotting in the sun 
Tears of iron - Weighing heavy in your mind 
Over population - Creating mass confusion 
Born unto your death - No gods in you sky 
Born unto your demise - Death awaits for you 
Born unto death 
Massive suffering - Human atrocities 
Painful deprivation - Mass annihilation 
Lies 
Fertilized egg inside the womb of death 
Umbilical cord not channelling nourishment 
Mother's milk a rancid devil's brew 
Fetus shocked by deathly morbid gruel 
End this mass suffering 
Watch then die in a wink of an eye 
Blame the rich and powerful 
Waste of souls on revolation 
Concussive suffocation 
Speaking your incantation 
Pain excruciation - Scorching immolation 
Leave the rotting savages 
Don't kill them let them suffer 
Don't even hear the dying children 
Truth exists in children's cries