Fruitless Existence

Erasure of degenerates by the celestial
 Divine otherworldly beings prepare for a detrimental invasion of another planet
 An empire reborn, fabricated from the inhabitants neglecting it's utter importance
 Hollow eyes pierce the soul with no remorse, an emptiness not of the mortal comprehension
 The atmosphere, thick with the stench of decomposing bodies, entice my minion to kill
 Bow to your true fucking creators
 Bow to your true fucking creators
 The odious, suffering the doom they have reaped
 A fruitless existence
 Ungrateful species of filth and corruption, we cast you into the void
 Heavenly wrath upon the nefarious
 Created to satisfy our growing hunger
 They fade away, their extinction predestined
 In place are celestial avengers
 Who now gaze upon us humans
 Erasure of degenerates by the celestial
 Divine otherworldly beings prepare for a detrimental invasion of another planet
 An empire reborn, fabricated from the inhabitants neglecting it's utter importance
 Hollow eyes pierce the soul with no remorse, an emptiness not of the mortal comprehension
 The atmosphere, thick with the stench of decomposing bodies, entice my minion to kill