The sight of a crimson sun
Layered with pandemic clouds
Is opening at the shade of dusk
And warning me of these butcheries

Feeding my faithful mastery
Close to the edge of sanity
I've got to straggle that pain

Close to the edge of sanity
Close to the point of no return

Murder
I've got to kill them in your name
Conflicted state of mind
Terror
Degradation of strength and dis-
Honor my true self

Walking down the trails of despair
Horror, a canvas to paint on my hate self
Crushed under a sea of vomit
And wonders of pain

Dehumanization of the effigy of god
Is tormenting my gestures, caressing those
Injuries inflicted to skinless
Mankind eating up pounds of rots

Cruelty brought to the highest state of hate
Dismembering the spineless vermin
Colonizing on your empty brain
Evacuate all senses of justice

Slashing down the effigy of mankind
Tormented puppets ruined by the hands of vengeance
Injured deeply into their pride and sleepless glory
Drowning in the wakes of my empty soul
Hanged men are dancing on the rhythm of these
Slobbering worms, feasting on their rotten bodies
Further pain, grotesquely shows the opened wounds
Muted screams, final scenes, closing at the ending act

I am the stalker in your brain, enhancing revulsion
I am the stranger in your dreams, and growing terror
I am the hunter in the night and caressing your weakness
I am the storm that strikes your strength and beliefs
I am the winter of December freezing down your loss
I am the scourge of plague driving you at your decease
I am the cataclysm that cleanse your existence
I am the catatonic mourning of your procession

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