Touch down pools of rotting gore staring staring at the vile putrid mess genocide through the eyes of a fallen god 

Everything had fallen to rot

And I am human no more 

Tearing into flesh eyes gazing into madness 

Seeing through the veil living off their sadness 

Creatures on the fringes I descend to the lake 

Sifting through the figures I become what I create 

Faith in torment I'm living for the suffering before I'm swallowed by the emptiness