Mortal Procession - Boris The Blade

These eyes have foreseen the end

we will fall under our own creation

the paths we’ve chosen

and the misinformation we have believed.

force feeding hollow minds

will dawn the darkest day of man

we are vermin

spat from the womb of mother earth

a walking miscarriage of flesh and bone.

hail destroyer

hail extinction

bring forth our gruesome ending.

this earth will rot to its core.

a daunting retrospective of your beliefs.

there will be no rapture —

no salvation

only eternal rot.

darkness.

the sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil

feeding money into dead idols

icons of false hope.

servants of extinction —

moulded vessels of flesh

we have brought this on our selves leading this heard of human cattle into a

merciless slaughter

no longer will I bear-witness to this endless design

this is the funeral of man.

darkness

the sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil

feeding money into dead idols

icons of false hope

servants of extinction

moulded vessels of flesh

we have brought this on our selves leading this heard of human cattle into a

merciless slaughter

no longer will I bear-witness to this endless design