Devoid

We march towards the end No flowers, no grace just life erased No sign of respect, they left no trace Devoid of life This is what we have become Bottom of the barrel scum No second chances No use in taking stances They dance in synchronicity Enacting the extraction of your being You are all disgraced Putrid piles of human waste Manipulation of mortality and sin Let the final ritual begin The sacred chant entices the weak once again It inherits their minds like an acute pathogen We all speak in unison with dagger like tongues By the semblance of obscurity you'll all be succumbed Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn Bring them forth No flowers, no grace just life erased No sign of respect, they left no trace There's nothing left to love Nothing left to embrace They took everything from us We are a disgrace Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn Ripped and torn bring them forth Dies Iræ, Dies Illa Dies Iræ, Dies Illa Solvet Sæclum in favilla The sacred chant entices the weak once again It inherits their minds like an acute pathogen We all speak in unison with dagger like tongues By the semblance of obscurity you'll all be succumbed Dies Iræ, Dies Illa Solvet Sæclum in favilla Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn Ripped and Torn Bring them forth Ripped and Torn Bring them forth Bring them forth Bring them forth Bring them forth Bring them forth