Devoid

We march towards the end
 No flowers, no grace just life erased
 No sign of respect, they left no trace
 Devoid of life
 This is what we have become
 Bottom of the barrel scum
 No second chances
 No use in taking stances
 They dance in synchronicity
 Enacting the extraction of your being
 You are all disgraced
 Putrid piles of human waste
 Manipulation of mortality and sin
 Let the final ritual begin
 The sacred chant entices the weak once again
 It inherits their minds like an acute pathogen
 We all speak in unison with dagger like tongues
 By the semblance of obscurity you'll all be succumbed
 Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn
 Bring them forth
 No flowers, no grace just life erased
 No sign of respect, they left no trace
 There's nothing left to love
 Nothing left to embrace
 They took everything from us
 We are a disgrace
 Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn
 Ripped and torn bring them forth
 Dies Iræ, Dies Illa
 Dies Iræ, Dies Illa Solvet Sæclum in favilla
 The sacred chant entices the weak once again
 It inherits their minds like an acute pathogen
 We all speak in unison with dagger like tongues
 By the semblance of obscurity you'll all be succumbed
 Dies Iræ, Dies Illa
 Solvet Sæclum in favilla
 Thou hath spoketh to the new born children of scorn
 Ripped and Torn
 Bring them forth
 Ripped and Torn
 Bring them forth
 Bring them forth
 Bring them forth
 Bring them forth
 Bring them forth