Apacolypse
I lead the armies of the dead
Armies in my head
Down the streets of the earth
More will die than can be birthed
The more the time, the more they fall
As living die our numbers grow
Rotting corpses to many to show
Death to all that we may meet
Gods cringe away and die
As we march passing by
Those that die are filled with sin
I stood in dark before time begun
Never touched by the light of the sun
As darkened souls fill the skies
Not a war, we will not lose
Those who die are those that choose
I see no life, no more worth
The sun fades after all these years
The world's bathed only in its tears
The Wipe
So necessarely
to get grip
more,more
never good enough
precious flesh
useless meat
Sanctuary Torture
Devoted to My Hell
The Wipe
Arson
The grave to eternity
Painless in the hole
Perished in hate
Believed all menkind
finished in that grave
in sickness
and loyality
here I lay
Proclamation
Horror in every vain
Despite the Devil's daughter
screams for plenty pleasure
I'm morbid and
only released
in the Deadly Overwhelming Spirit.
Give me tears
and I forget my Pain
Send me LOve
and I will decrease
my struggle in Horror.
