Clawing, grasping, reaching out for another reason to gouge my eyes out.
Feelings of another hand choking the air around my neck.
No room to breathe.
Lie below and take your last breath, gasping for judgement.
Sickened by the name and all you’ve done; your days are numbered.
Try to compare it. Back against the wall you’ve done wrong.
Feeling in my spine leaving me numb, this is your nightmare.
Watch it burn.
The flies compose your wounds as your eyes draw the end.
Your lungs collapse upon a body lame and cold.
No hope for fear.
The world is whole again.
Desolated and dark.
Dark clouds cover the world we walk and the right to stand in the merciful light.
Bleed down what once before him, as we look on former glory.
No ashes burn bright holding the bitter end of infinite life.
Allow the blood to shed as the reaper comes to mark the end.
No room for mercy.
Mark the end of your life with a battle cry.
See the pain wither away, reflections gone from my eyes.
Remorse is for the weak, spending the afterlife on your knees.
Bow before me.
Impressive hardcore here. Was really impressed with not only the sound, but also the spirit behind the music. This is angry and in your face. Speaks well to the potential fascist future that we face. Well worth your listen! JDMP