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Boris The Blade – Mortal Procession lyrics
These eyes have foreseen the end
We will fall under our own creation
The paths we've chosen
And the misinformation we have believed
Force feeding hollow minds
Will dawn the darkest day of man
We are vermin
Spat from the womb of mother earth
A walking miscarriage of flesh and bone
Hail destroyer
Hail extinction
Bring forth our gruesome ending
This earth will rot to its core
A daunting retrospective of your beliefs
There will be no rapture -
No salvation
Only eternal rot
Darkness
The sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil
Feeding money into dead idols
Icons of false hope
Servants of extinction -
Moulded vessels of flesh
We have brought this on our selves leading this heard of human cattle into a merciless slaughter
No longer will I bare-witness to this endless design
This is the funeral of man
Darkness
The sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil
Feeding money into dead idols
Icons of false hope
Servants of extinction
Moulded vessels of flesh
We have brought this on our selves leading this heard of human cattle into a merciless slaughter
No longer will I bare-witness to this endless design
We will fall under our own creation
The paths we've chosen
And the misinformation we have believed
Force feeding hollow minds
Will dawn the darkest day of man
We are vermin
Spat from the womb of mother earth
A walking miscarriage of flesh and bone
Hail destroyer
Hail extinction
Bring forth our gruesome ending
This earth will rot to its core
A daunting retrospective of your beliefs
There will be no rapture -
No salvation
Only eternal rot
Darkness
The sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil
Feeding money into dead idols
Icons of false hope
Servants of extinction -
Moulded vessels of flesh
We have brought this on our selves leading this heard of human cattle into a merciless slaughter
No longer will I bare-witness to this endless design
This is the funeral of man
Darkness
The sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil
Feeding money into dead idols
Icons of false hope
Servants of extinction
Moulded vessels of flesh
We have brought this on our selves leading this heard of human cattle into a merciless slaughter
No longer will I bare-witness to this endless design
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