Plague of Procreation

In the world of distortions Procreation our doom Images set before us Weigh false in truth Swords from other lands Are wet with blood An enemy invades us The great plague has come Leaders of the twisted sect Backwards in their love Bind upon terrors chain Shackles of the prophet's vision The Plague of Procreation The white satin blood The Plague of Procreation On Earth it is done In a madman's deliverance Destruction's fire This drive inside our veins Only fool's desire Through shallow cities vast Crying souls pray for death Like ruins that never collapse In the final face of regret