The Coming Of Genocide EP:
A race cloned of fear
Followers of the sun's dying blaze
Entering a broken future
Burning in the contemptuous dominion
Severed wings of the dove of peace
Black it's heart - crushed in my grasp
Declaration of an ancient war
Apocalyptic quest for domination
Invoking the fall of a c**ture
Defiled by the contrived laws of those blind
Wielding rebellious powers
Spilling blood of the Elysian upon a razed Eden
Ashes of dogma are swept away in winds of oblivion
As masses asphyxiate from inhalation of truth
Uncaged I gorge the flesh of lambs
Enlightened by impurity
Disgraced is their seed
The ignorant shall suffer
Of Fracture And Failure:
Blackness, inside to out
Like a benign tumor turned terminal
Here we are at the dawn our conclusion
Penned, paid for and played out by us all
Seconds slow as we count down to death
Reflection eclipsed by blame to place
Fingers point in every direction
While resting on hair triggers
The gun is our callous indifference
The bullet is what we have become
We have f******d fate for far too long
Taste our infliction, and know that we were wrong
There is a beauty within this violent paradigm
And that lies with the inevitability of our end
Staring into the abyss of man
Empty, consumed, ruled by its dead hand
May the horror of human nature
Feed the horror of realization
Caskets for empires founded on fault lines
Caskets for empires.
A race cloned of fear
Followers of the sun's dying blaze
Entering a broken future
Burning in the contemptuous dominion
Severed wings of the dove of peace
Black it's heart - crushed in my grasp
Declaration of an ancient war
Apocalyptic quest for domination
Invoking the fall of a c**ture
Defiled by the contrived laws of those blind
Wielding rebellious powers
Spilling blood of the Elysian upon a razed Eden
Ashes of dogma are swept away in winds of oblivion
As masses asphyxiate from inhalation of truth
Uncaged I gorge the flesh of lambs
Enlightened by impurity
Disgraced is their seed
The ignorant shall suffer
Of Fracture And Failure:
Blackness, inside to out
Like a benign tumor turned terminal
Here we are at the dawn our conclusion
Penned, paid for and played out by us all
Seconds slow as we count down to death
Reflection eclipsed by blame to place
Fingers point in every direction
While resting on hair triggers
The gun is our callous indifference
The bullet is what we have become
We have f******d fate for far too long
Taste our infliction, and know that we were wrong
There is a beauty within this violent paradigm
And that lies with the inevitability of our end
Staring into the abyss of man
Empty, consumed, ruled by its dead hand
May the horror of human nature
Feed the horror of realization
Caskets for empires founded on fault lines
Caskets for empires.