War Seed - Atrament

Nature’s only promise is death

Nothing is owed, all is bereft

Our bare hands and teeth, are all we have left

Upon the tombs of every lesser soul

Killed by the strong and the elect

I plant a seed of death

Of vengeance deaf to any peace

A Seed of fucking war

A wretched kingdom come

The breath of every slum

A spark of war

To incinerate every fucking master

Every bastard Left

Foaming at the mouth, enemy in sight

Desire for total war devouring the mind

War seed, blossom from death

Deaf to any peace