Текст песни Mankind Grief - Scourge of the Macrocosm

Оригинальный текст песни Scourge of the Macrocosm

The embodiment of the perfect kind,
is conceived by a vile design.
Verily their prayers define their repulsive joy.
This is the saddest birth of death, the end of all grace.
Embrace the arms of sanity one last time.
Why do we feed this mass-genocide
with the blood of our kind?
Let them drown in their lies,
while we peacefully reject their lives.
Let them drown in pain.
Let them feed the machine.
Bow to the advent of...
The Scourge from the eternal grief.
Clean this womb, erase the scum.
A surveillance for the insurgence, the deviant being.
Your lives are so f*cking worthless,
and your existence is a false reality.
The colonies will mourn, bow to the advent of…
Bow to the end of this poisoned world.
The sun sets to the phantom edge.
My faith is in tribulation.
Deliver thy madden loathing.
It’s so clear, the purity of calamity.
It’s so close, the power of the extinction on my hands.
(On my own hands).
It will break the veil, we will ascend.
Unfurl the silent death and let our enemies
get drown on their grief.
Unfurl the plague on this planet.
Cut off his hands, his feet, his mind will prevail.
Unless his eyes are opened by the cries of their children.
Watch your reign turn to a pile
of bubbling flesh and suctioned eyes.
Watching them die and die again.
Cry, cry for death.
The sun sets to the phantom edge.
My faith is in tribulation.
Deliver thy madden loathing.
Oh lord, I feel your scent on my neck.
My eyes are drowning.
I shall not fear, only despair