Sanguinary

The purile form the weakened mind

The pools that linger in our wake

Compelled to act, yet not to think

These are the lambs that will surely fall

Borne out of fire, a new regime

A beacon for the ancient gods

Their empire crumbled into ash

Let ignorance reign no more

Unto the glory of the stars

We hail the night sky

Gathered beneath

We seal the pact and bring its chaos

The nothing within

Breeds darkness without

Consorting with hatred

The furious winds of Belial's bond

From which there is no escape

The atrophy of mankind

Degenerated into drones

chasing illusions of any worth

To worship shadows is to live for naught

To Belial the pariahs turn

To the fiends of darkness' throne

A covenant born out of the grave

Our blood shall wash away their kind

And now you see this life before thee

Is but a detour to illusion

The love they preach is but a weakness

To sate the mind-fields which they sow

As they scream into eternity

The blades of wisdom carve their flesh

A fate procured through idle minds

And now you see this life

Before thee

Is but a detour into illusion

The love that their preach is but a weakness

To sate the mind-fields which they sow

As they scream into eternity

The blades of wisdom carve their flesh

A fate procured through idle minds

And nothing will remember them.