Towards The Dying Lands

Transfusion with a contaminated mind From beyond this tainted world Now the dead shall rise And follow me You'll fall before me We enter the new world I see the soulless shell I witness this decay I shall ascend I Will become The constructor The new God The reconstructed husk Withering while walking Life with death I made my own And one day you are too In my grasp I am gathering the soldiers for the darkest army The impure masses will walk again Towards the dying lands Of man My dream Is here Walking in the shadow of the Unholy masses For the dead will rest no more This world is a cemetery The kingdom of corpses Where no light is found And the dead will dwell The reconstructed husk Withering while walking Life with death I made my own The reconstructed husk Withering while walking Life with death I made my own The reconstructed husk Withering while walking Life with death I made my own And one day you are too In my grasp I shall ascend I Will become The constructor The new God