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