Rossomahaar

Transenflamed Visions Of Your Mortal End

Rossomahaar


Torn from inside out, phlebotomized 
You crawl through the darkened earthly debris 
Once you thought you were disguised 
Oh, it was painful to find out you were not! 

We follow each step of yours, hiding in the shades 
Of your pathetic life 
We chase the thieves of our belief 
Isn't it delightful to see them writhe? 

Writhe in sin, writhe in a circle of putridity 
Writhe in pain, writhe in a cycle of stupidity 

Your dominion is but a ruin of it's former self 
... Or is it a regular mirage? 
A logical outcome 
... Or a fatal failure of your minds? 

Slipping silently, for we're in no need of words 
Symbolizing purest mental strength, we've came to be your shrine 
We rape, annihilate and slay your herds, 
For the better life always follows the decline 

Complete decline... the absolute demise 
That's what awaits the human breed. 
Among the chaotic shapes of universal apocalypse 
Sown will be our inhuman seed. 

The antithesis of vitality, antonym for the breathing flesh 
We are the raging ocean of anxiety... 
Your sight is transenflamed with vision of an End, 
Ablaze with the fires of Yuggoth, the chariotry comes forth 
And mourns the mankind, granting you the truest sleep 
For your life was nothing but a dream...