The Aphorist

Rebirth

The Aphorist


As every drop of blood stains these sinful hands, I tear the innocence from your bloodstream
Slowly exposing your malignant intentions unto the foundations of this earth
Hand's dressed in wrath, I watch this world awaken from centuries of somnolence
Casting darkness unto the heavens
Infusing this world with calamities

And now this world shall crumble to it's foundation
These hands shall bring release from centuries of suffering
An infection that once coursed your veins is set in motion to infest and plague
Hand's dressed in wrath, I watch this world awaken from centuries of somnolence
Casting darkness unto the heavens
Infusing this world with calamities

This is a rebirth
Evoked by the darkest of blood
Bring the flood that wipes this place clean