I was born to be this the dying son
Your enemies child
This curse a blessing from the hell of many worlds
Seeking retribution
They have known no victories
They have guided no men
They have stole their valor
They will steal again
The voice of guidance fleeting
The rise of irreverence
Blasphémait desecration
Sacrilegious profanation
Your world has died
Before your eyes
We set it alight
In celebration
Contamination purified in celebration
We watched it burn to the ground
Scorched earth beneath the ruins
I was born to see it die
I am alive to witness
The chaos to which we are bound
Devour itself
We watched it die
And the roots became unearthed
The water is septic
No fertile soils, no air to breath, just poison dirt
There are no victories
These men too weak to guide
The time of fallen valor
It is a curse to be alive
The voice of reason ancient
The echoed warnings silent
Blasphemic declaration
Sacrilege indoctrination
Your world has died
Before your eyes
We set it alight
Contamination purified in celebration
We watched it burn to the ground
Scorched earth beneath the ruins