The Root Of Dormant Pestilence

Is it far too late for us?
Witness to a horror unlike ever before
A sickness deeper an flesh
Dorment in our fellow man
It cannot easily be seen
For it is not as the plagues of ages

Bodies will not fall in the streets
It is the soul that will descend
The great downf all of our comrade
When glory held out its hand
They did not take it
When traitors stormed the land they embraced it

An allegiance to the illusion everlasting
Being led to the hollow depths of despair
Far too late with nowhere else to turn
Nothing but hate remains and so we will storm forth
Above all barries and against all odds

This War is of the spirit to pierce
The very root of mankinds eternal sleep
And to the wielders of such atrocities
Who perpetuate and who are responsable
Death will find its way to you first
The very foundations of lies and betrayal
Will benothing more than burning embers

Where you will rest your knees
And feel the thin skin burning
As our spirit have for centurieslong
Nothing but hate remains