Genocide Horizon

Arise legions of the damned I command revenge

Hark, the winds of war are howling

Turn your other cheek to peace, embrace the slaughter and the glory of war

Rituals of fire and slaughter of the lamb are at hand

Full throttle warfare speeds through the boundaries of peace

Raging rivers of blood crush the last bastion of man

Priests in mass pray for war to cease

But only meet the rage and steel of the damned

The scales never balance, always have they tipped

Never in goof favor, never for the weak

The horizons alight with fith fire, blackening the sky

A trophy sculped in treachery forever mounted amidst our victory

Bodies piled in lines, like the dying of a family tree

Marks the length and breadth of our depravity

As for the rage of men, that would undo the earth one thousand times ten

The wolrd becomes their burial, the capital city for life's denial

And in the thickening black, the light of the stars the smoke attacks,

See the false horizon rise, the burning aftermath of mass genocide