Crown of Locusts

There's a method in the tyrant's madness

Cold blood on the hands of time

A dark plague on your tainted wisdom

Abhorraton of your hearts and minds

Usurpation of the rights of mankind

Genesis or a new dark age

Clouds form like a crown of locusts

Heavens open with the burning rain

New dawn, new day

New crown, new way

New blood, new breath

New life, new death

Annhilation of those who stand defiant is found

Where scores of carrion rise from under burial grounds

Rise from the mist

Clenched iron fist

Born to the steel

In for the kill

The domination of man will bring the world to its knees

And leave the rule of the crown to spread malicious disease

Rise from the mist

Clenched iron fist

Born to the steel

In for the kill