1. PT. I - THE MILKSOP HERDS

The climate of this vapid wasteland...
Every day more and more inane....
The only hope and dream
is to see this stain washed away

To see any sort of voice, "given" to this unavailing drove
A severe virus, a rampant plague, a sickness that needs a final cure

This society of plebes - sickens one to no known end
The realization that you are in a prison, but never locked inside a cage...

STERILIZE THEM ALL!!
ERADICATE THEM ALL!!
REMOVE ANY TRACE OF THEIR USELESS EXISTENCE!!
ERASED FROM HISTORY, ERASED FROM ALL FUCKING TIME!!

Purged and scorned, fucking whining useless rabble....
Chastised and forever hated, pathetic utopian idealism

Condemned and abhorred, ineffectual trite dross
Detested, execrated....undesirable from their inception

Total scum....
enough of the ideals of these cunt faggots, this milksop herd...
DIE!


2. PT. II - THE DISSOLUTION OF PITY

In this age of pitiful squandering
The cries of all those feeble cunts
Sickened by these tender hearted, scum

With the jagged blade of cold sickening reality
Torn now the skin of breasts,
Of our mother of hope…and effete charities
Cutting off all those bottom fed

The feeling of putting the needs of the many,
Have broken under the strength of the few.
The ones, who seek continuance, will find their ways, even struggle
The ones, who seek their own eternities, will never fail

A forgotten sensation, feelings of pity, all have gone from life
In a daily struggle, to keep the will forged strong and masterfully tempered
Endlessly toiling and becoming something that they never could have fathomed
The pitiful caitiffs of humanity finally all left behind

Deeming the dissolution of all pitiful feelings the goal
The wavering can only succumb to their end

The pain of the weak no longer felt
Emotionless in the void
Solace in the need to rape this unwilling whore
Cared for no longer


3. PT. III - ALL DEBILITY CLEANSED

Unwavering
The path of all unrighteousness, faithful to nothing
The gods have no use here, and the gods hold no sway
Thrown away all the icons of an impotent frailty

Debility cleansing, made pure by this pain
The lives of millions wasted
Languor and depleted, all faiths proven false
The lies of all of our progenitors
Suffering unto the populace, the paths they have wrought
Deserving of all these fates
Mired with intimidation, pious ones will perish
Victims of foul doctrines and lies

The need to have their God was ultimately their demise
All those unanswered calls for divine deliverance

The mild and fearful ones, debilitated and no longer needed
Cleansed, removed them from this existence, never missed
The millstone around the neck of the enduring, the ones who will go on
Must be repaid unto the ultimate cost, without fear and impunity

Diseased frailty and useless practice
The air breathed on useless prayers
Forgiveness, redemption, useless concepts
The feelings wasted on undeserved scum
Preached all their lives, to those unwilling to hear
Gone to their graves with that only realized fear
All you fucking bitches, you cunts you fucking whores
You all drown waters, while I will wash ashore


4. PT. IV - MULTITUDES OF PROSTRATION

Pain is always constant, succumbing to its law and rule
Downtrodden, and hopeless prolongation
En masse, totus- the populations all fail
Drowned in frailties waters, multitudes succumb and die

Proletariats, scum of the lowest kind
The boot of an unforgiving existence
Smashing their faces onto the roads of blood

Washed away the stains of the impuissant
Their imprint on this world is no longer felt

Paths of the multitudes
is the failure of all mankind

Bodies with decrepit rot……plunge us further into the cage…..and fasten our bonds!
DRINK WINE TO THE TRIUMPH OF THEIR DEMISE!!
DRINK WINE TO THE TRIUMPH OF THEIR DEMISE!!

Only the useless petulant remains……bring this new world any disgrace
The prostrated weak masses, that fell away from earth
The weight around the neck of the strong
To no longer need, or feel their presence, among us anymore…
The prize given - for the nobility, the endurance of the overman
None can claim, without striving, contest of existence
Met with the strength, of a new and worthy, aristocracy

Semblance of order, the need to control this sinking, waning life
Upon the shoulders, of better men, than those left behind
Triumph of a useless society’s demise!!
All hail the rise


5. PT. V - RISE OF A COLD ORDER

Forging ahead these blades of judgment
To weed out all weak heartened froth
Scorned, disposed, set forth to wither
Useless pustules, humanity’s remains

Bring forth now…this pageantry of order
Celebrated specimens, god men among the plebes
Cold…aftermath, society’s demise
Echoes of pain stir the dust that’s left behind

No use for the petulant whimpering mass
Cries of hindrance - fall deaf on the over-man

Slow wounds bleed longest, the suffering sating our strengths
All those pitiful foes, “God’s” so called children?
Marching upon roads, paved with human remains
We rise, and praise, the death of that shameful race

Deep wounds heal slowest, from realities of torturous pains
All these useless souls, not to inherit this earth….
Monuments of nobility, rise from the cold dead ground
We exist, and endure, the rise of a cold order

Bring forth now, a cleansed world with primality
Washed the stains of all weak useless morality
Oh the quiet and triumphant nature
Never tarnished henceforth…savage and noble we reign

We rise, and praise – the death of that shameful race
We endure and exist - the rise of a cold order


6. PT. VI - DYSTOPIA PARADIGM

Towards the monoliths of fortitude
Reaping the rewards of ruination
A pale reminder of a fragile society
Stark and monumental sculptures
Art of the modish new succession
Reign forever on these models of strength

This Reich of noble savagery, and brutal conventions
Will be forged hard as steel, and cold as the frozen glaze…

Silenced, all those who oppose…these ones who espouse fragility
Any who are determined to hold us back

Slaves never to become masters
Plagues of the overmen
Wretches

Dystopia Paradigm
This is our order,
This is the law


7. PT. VII - ABANDONMENT OF ALL HUMANITY

Submit to the foul nature
Embrace the chaos inside
Bring forth the unwholesome beast
All of humanity suffering
Brought upon us without much urging
Lies are the opiate, assured the degradation of all human kind

Through completely sedating the masses
Our control and subservience is assured
No saviors or false hope
No afterlife or paradise beyond

Of all this control and domineering
Some will always scream back and oppose
Use their own war waged upon us
To battle them on their own terms

We are the wretched and discontent,
We scream our calls of chaos and challenge
Outnumbered, still viciously defiant
Til the death, we we always fight on