Herald the sickness, I am disease I will do with your life as I please When the skies are cascading red I will prepare this planet where all are dead Dead to me All of their lifeless corpses ornamenting the trees Killing all that you have loved, and then you I am filled with an endless rage, of this worthless race I turn the page My acknowledgment has come to fruition I have come to bear my masters mission Bring forth your champions You should know all your leaders will die Prophetic visions of the end are the only thing that stay my mind I was not born from this place, a social experiment born from an ancient race I will become the marauder My sole existence bred for slaughterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
