devouring the feeble
bloodbath
strides the earth for infamy
amidst the ashes he will rise
cursing of the holy ghost
mankind choking on its own demise
cold grasp around the heart
claws writhing in the flesh
consume the weak and quench their souls
bring forth the rain of fevers
sickening is the dogma rushing through your veins
the ever rotting presence of him
the rotten sculpture of the one that is bound to rise
conjure now this dark upheaval
the pestilence that is bound to come and cleanse the earth