With undying hunber, a fathomless swarm of locusts
 As one, bottomless pit of gaping mouths
 Parasitical leaches scavenging, bleeding the host dry
 Black vulture wings extinguish the sun
 The day of reckoning awaits, I shall spare no one
 Master turns slave, the butcher himself becomes food for the rats
 Fields ripe with putrefaction without end, and for the dead
 No casket, no funeral, no mourning and no obituary

 Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead
 Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life
 Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins

 Bloodline broken

 These voices from beyond, gnawing the flesh from my bone

 Like a million voices screaming, draining the sanity from my soul

 In this sanctuary, your heaven. with morphine in your blood to keep you safe
 From madness tearing, clawing at your skin from the inside
 In a haze through the grates, you witness the end

 Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead
 Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life
 Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins

 Over cemetery fields, the last of manking
 Dethrone monarch in the kingdom of the dead
 In no man's land, as despair has conquered his fear
 Broken like his the bloodline is