Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls
The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls
Passing through a candlelit chamber of lies
Wealth can't escape the shrilling screams of undead souls
When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood would you kill your own kind,
Would you honor those that died
When forced into battle morals become obsolete and everyone becomes a nemesis
Slaves of a treacherous beast to capture freedoms of the human mind
But in the dark glow of the moonlight's shadow this creature awaits
Visualizing the nightmares of an eminent future
Spreading fear and hatred through his people
He embarked on a quest to sabotage humanity
A stadium of genocide at his fingertips
The apocalypse is upon us
Horizons fog with greed
No action is taken by the absent militia and the path to devastation remains
Who will escape the blade and begin a new age of revolution?
When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood
Would you kill your own kind, would you honor those that died