The End of Days

The End of Times is coming to fruition From once we came Where we return The Lord of Disorder requires a vessel to forge The greatest weapon known to have ever exist The Eldritch Blade split upon reality You've met your match today bitch Let me know who's orchestrating Who's out there fabricating Did you give it up to Satan Just fucking rot Now tell me do you have the patience It's not a understatement Maximize the pain you're taking And fucking run Bow down to the Cosmic Ones Annihilation of the Outer Gods Yoggsathoth and Azathoth Behold the Eyes of Chaos Sacrificing for the image of the Dark Abyss We don't exist We don't exist Let me know who's orchestrating Who's out there fabricating Did you give it up to Satan Just fucking rot Now tell me do you have the patience It's not a understatement Maximize the pain you're taking And fucking run The End of Times is coming to fruition From once we came Where we return Fly my pretties No pity for the bastards No sanction for the weak Get out your ass This ain't something you can plead Reign Reign come this way I came to elevate Exercise your own dismay Right at your dinner plate Blood stains on your face I kinda like the taste Take you where you can't escape This is The End Of Days I can tell you're shivering Oh now you're quivering Hush it with the bickering Enter oblivion I can tell you're shivering Oh now you're quivering Hush it with the bickering Enter oblivion