The orchestration of this worls demise the blackened symphony that carries on the chilling wing sends a rush over my skin my blood runs cold my mind falls empty my stone heart feels nothing as I watch the oncoming wave
Reduce the progress of humanity to rubble and ash Fields of endless waste
Your majesty is dead Your kingdom has come crashing Conquer divide destroy bastardization of our kind erase infect decay we prepare to die we prepare to die the wrath of our ways brought about this cataclysm I no longer fear what I can't control the depths will swallow me So cold is the feeling that washes over this place [x2] The corrosive ideals of man have transformed my perception of the capabilties of evil.