When grain is bad
And dust is thick
Forever, thirsting lakes of blood
Empty death machine
Decayed so much
No deep resonance
Dead people refuse to lie down in this light
Illusion of oppression, a mirror of what is
Wrath and fear, the worldcrumbles around us
Solitude, a return of everything lost
Rolling images reach driest desert
And the rotting glory by which all is measured
That long trampled flicker ignites
To rise a torch to the sky
Denial of instinct, heightened degradation
Violent more sadistic ways of release
Volatile energy speeds preparation
Lone wolf without shame
Running from atom and time to desolation
Lose itself in a spece
In which there is no light
Intense are the dreams of darkened heart
Hung from dying trees over thinning blood
Millennium of darkness before violent death
Prolong the misery punish every breath
A love of life Cloaked in the worship of death
With oncoming storms of the darkest clouds
Others will awaken to their image
In ashes with
No pity, no mercy, for your weakening ways
