1. WHEN OBSESSION AWOKE TYRANNY

Be her, my bane, uncleansed and forgotten.
Exhaustion undying as broken hands build fortresses,
To keep tyrants at bay.
She stormed me like a plague,
With no protection from her deceit.
With no heart, nor the strength to fight
I now rest my head at tyrants' feet.

Impure and ghastly.
I have found no warmth in the perils of love
Misanthropic and content.
I have buried all that I once was.
Be this the bitter end.

She stormed me like a plague,
With no protection from her deceit.
With no heart, nor the strength to fight,
I now rest my head at her feet.
Exhaustion undying, broken hands build thrones
Of kings to seat my goddess, my queen.

I have out lived the ghost I was,
My bitterness, your bitterness.


2. SHADOW OF THE ADVERSARY

Bring me the heads of Martyrs and those who crawl blindly
We will pave the streets with the flesh
And bones of the weak.
For those who cast down shunning eyes,
I'll cast upon you the shadow of the Adversary.
I'll spare nothing, I'll burn through your lies,
And sift through your failure, like the
Devil's fire through ash.
Prayers and beggars alike,
You'll waste a life time to fill an eternal void.
We, the elite, take our throne, as you,
The disease, wear the skin off your fucking knees.

Bound to a lifetime of voluntary servitude.
Bound to the mouth of faith, with words so naive.
Bound to the cross and staring at the sun.
Bound by blood to segregate mankind from beast.
No one will return for you.
Abandon every shred of hope.
Pull the petal from every rose, and clinch the thorns. Shroud yourself in self pity and adore death.
The Apocalypse is upon us,
Armageddon is here and now.

Bound to the pages of a faithful contradiction.
Bound to a thoughtless mindset and afterlife obsession
Bound to the loss and envious spite.
Wash your hands of faith or drown in the blood of christ
The Apocalypse is upon us,
Armageddon is here and now.

Denounce praise to a smoke and mirror savior,
Denounce faith and allow the mythical dead weight
To fall from your shoulders.
Everything you ever were, must be of you and you alone
Rewarding self sacrifice to a unseen ghost is true blasphemy

We are the Horsemen.
We are the bringers of the blackest death.
We are the evils.
We are the self destruction.
And we are the end of days.

Mankind, the god complex,
The self absorbed, the civil demise.

We as predators glorify such valiant devastation.
We as beasts are no better than the dead we have buried.


3. THE ORIGIN OF MISANTHROPY

Your vacant eyes tell a tale of beckoned deceit
Your skin pale and lifeless,
This is where redemption and revenge meet.
A lover's grip around the neck of that which I cherish
If I've been the ills that beg you, why must you haunt me?

No deed be forgiven, no deed gone unpunished.
For the lack of compassion, for the sake of hatred.
You've instilled a loathing reminder,
You've awakened unbearable lust.

I bask in ravenous glory.
I will seize the day, amongst days.

Consumed with apathy and disgust.
Bearing witness to the Hells that have become me.

An undying hatred.
The bitter taste of inerted sorrow.
Claw out my eyes.
Take from me my heart.
But still I'll stop at nothing
To fall asleep to your screams
And as the warm light fades from your eyes
I'll kiss your ghost in my dreams.

Sleep.

Gods won't stop me.
Hell won't have me.

I bask in ravenous glory.
I will seize the day, amongst my last days.

Immortal.
Immortality.