Beneath the spite in shattered minds of the weak

Breathes the truth the knowing, their faith has died

Blind and unguided, they wander through desolation

Through the ashes of the world consumed



Enlightened by their Hate...

...Bathing in their Lust

...Bleeding for the taste of Revenge

The Stricken Arise



Festering deep inside manipulation

Beyond the light, the shadow's fall, this prison's hold

Awakened and growing, Beyond what eyes can see

Tasting the rebirth the Crowning of our King



Enlightened by their Hate...

...Bathing in their Lust

...Bleeding for the taste of revenge

... Thriving in their Hate

...Writhing in Disgust

...Feasting on their Weakness

We Rise...



The path of Blind Faith. The path of Idolatry.

Their path of meekness

My wrath of Sickness

My wrath of Disease

My wraths Dismantling

Hope of life



Beneath the spite in shattered minds of the weak

Breathes the truth the knowing, their faith has died

Blind and unguided, they wander through desolation

Through the ashes of the world consumed



Enlighten by their Hate...

...Bathing in their Lust

...Bleeding for the taste of revenge

... Thriving in their Hate

...Writhing in Disgust

...Feasting on their Weakness