We march towards the end
No flowers, no grace just life erased
No sign of respect, they left no trace
Devoid of life!
This is what we have become, bottom of the barrel scum
No second chances
No use in taking stances
They dance in synchronicity
Enacting the extraction of your being
You are all disgraced
Putrid piles of human waste
Manipulation of mortality and sin
Let the final ritual begin
The sacred chant entices the weak once again
It inherits their minds like an acute pathogen
We all speak in unison with dagger like tongues
By the semblance of obscurity you’ll all be succumbed
Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn!
Bring them forth!
No flowers, no grace just life erased
No sign of respect, they left no trace
There’s nothing left to love
Nothing left to embrace
They took everything from us
We are a disgrace
(Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn)
(Ripped and torn bring them forth)
(Dies Iræ, Dies Illa)
(Dies Iræ, Dies Illa Solvet Sæclum in favilla)
The sacred chant entices the weak once again
It inherits their minds like an acute pathogen
We all speak in unison with dagger like tongues
By the semblance of obscurity you’ll all be succumbed
Dies Iræ, Dies Illa
Solvet Sæclum in favilla
Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn
Ripped and Torn
Bring them forth
Ripped and Torn
Bring them forth
Bring them forth
Bring them forth
Bring them forth
Bring them forth
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