A Malignant Condition - Dawn of Demise

Start to excruciate

Inane thoughts of emptiness

It will never be the same again

Inflict hurt so heavenly

Bring us the abnormity

Free our minds

Show us all certainty

Cast aside weakness

See our heresy crush your normalcy

We will make you bow down

Our adversity, the epitome

We will kill all in

Cold blood — seeds of hatred feeds us all

We align our fate

Firm hate — forces us to uncreate

Take them down

Begin the alternate

The alteration of the common state

A malignant condition in a darkened mind