1. VOID I

Through leaderless resistance,
An aberration from the sickness patrolling through this Cold realm and no longer subdued
Now, may corpses burn for all to see,
Skeletal remains line desolate horizons,
Echoes in vain
By honour and lineage, unswayed, stands the spirit of old
This eve, our land calls for a new dawn.
The harvest of dishonour, commenced with an iron fist


2. VOID II

A pitiful fist cloaked by purported reason,
With hammer and blade, they smite the earth,
A hominal ego devoted to self-worth.
Holocaust endorsed, where tumour ridden sores bring perverted applause and an unspoken word maintains the Myth Of a civilised earth.
Feral residue, stagnant, bound to routine.
Pale skin and innards writhing on cement floors, suffocating hopeless, amidst a crimson steel storm. Caustic Sacks of purulent mass,
Innocence boiled to death in scalding vats
Foolishly they worship this degenerate regime
Erase the depraved, forever crush their unjust ways death Dependent within their vile parade,
Attacking with a blood-red smirk, the terminal disease, on A regressing earth.


3. VOID III

Rusted bolts meet hollow skulls
Direct action, absolute and bitter, a valid response
By an elite militia. Clinical precision during their Festive execution, hail total genocide the final solution
Our single humane bloodbath, at last, inhumanity will be Culled, mass graves brimming with rueful hate, victims of Their own mistakes, digits branded with searing iron, Though now their night was cold
Dehumanized untermensch, writhing helpless in their grey-Striped attire. The divine law calls for mortal blood
You cannot impede the forthcoming storm.


4. VOID IV

Untarnished mysticism, the mountains weep for your Revival! Fragments destine for antiquity, nothing more, Nor less.
Beyond the riches of gold transcending
The doctrine of your semitic cult.
Millennia of unbroken Kinship bestowed to cancerous rule. A universe devoured by the mourning swarm.
Behold now, infinite greed in a finite reserve
Black-blooded rapists, desevration and tyranny
Each breath soon to be sacred.
A hominal ego devoted to Self-worth.
Our bearings were lost to a shaded sky
Concealed became the stars, in an everlasting dusk