Dreaming of immortality
Promised eternal bliss
Living blind masochists
Self-enslaved, rotting away

Ruled by absolute contempt
Enslaving this world for all
Hoping to be free in the next
Ruled by absolute fantasy
Soon to be crushed, for we are
Blood, fire, dea

Fallen souls brew turmoil
Yearning to finally arise
Releasing our desperate shreeks
Echoing our war-cry!

Plague of fantasies
The sandbox of the blind
Playground grave land
Imprisoning forgotten voices

Emerging from the fog
Stark force, so bleak!
Under

Once their wretchedness
Reigned our time and space
Once their stature stood tall
Reigning from the clouds above
We the fallen, tore that sky apart
Coordinates have been transgressed!

True knowledge, death to arrogance!
And with our superior force
We ignited thei

Purgatory of the blind
Shall be their salvation
For none shall be saved
By their enslaver God

Sadistic reign of contempt
Brews the reacting force
Blazing forth, declaring
The incoming fire-storm

Incinerating fire
Devastating storm

Slaves not only to

Morbid atmosphere about
Encapsulating the existence
Stark lifeless vacuum
Strangling the breath
Malignant turmoils reign
Ruling the time-space
Devastating ruminations
In front of our horizon

One can no longer see
The difference between
The nightmares and

Pillars of the past yet remain
Contamination still feebly persists
Its seeds awaiting future rain
Like a bush in a rainless desert
Even in the light of certain doom
Their filthy mark still remains
For the grounds are yet of the enemy
Waiting to be totally reclaimed