Raise in the screams of the dying light;

Born into tragedy,

Existing violently.

Forced disregard of all humanity

Product of a war.

Where a generation of souls,

Embraced by apathy,

Caressed by dying energy.

Released from the bodies

Who can't adapt

The weak are attacked.



Horror

Forced into life is this genocide.

Where endless blood saturates the eyes

Of those who kill prepared to die.

Their hunger craving life.



Embrace their minds

Their apathy keeps them blind.

Surely our demise

Within their screams we die.

In vain, force in the blade.

Voluntary plague injected foolishly

Answer to a life obscurity.

Product of a mind

Where a generation

Has drowned themselves in stupidity.

Project aggressively

Choking on the blood of their enemies

Their searching for