The 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.