Burning, seething, building inside Immanent assault Blackened, sanguine, pounding Rage Devastation results
Hear a thousand screams from far Perceiving the pain so near Imbibe the taste of suffering The bitterness is sweet
Heralded from underground Champion of the weak A rotten pedestal of lies Stands below my feet
Promising a golden age Ambitious words are thrown Within the land The seeds of massacres are sewn
[Chorus] Call to arms Getting closer Fueled on years of death
Call to arms Erase their lives And scorch the earth
I sit atop the highest mount The world within my hands The opulence of hate, my crimes Luxurious guilt demands
I speak of dark impending doom You easily could berate But your are sightless not to see That this is our fate
Your name means nothing Your hand is weak What I gain is all I hate, I loath, I conquer
Solo: Stef C.
I sit atop the highest mount The world within my hands The opulence of hate, my crimes Luxurious guilt demands
I’m rich with anger and your loss Metamorphosize Into a state of apathetic masticated lies
