I was born to be this the dying son Your enemies child This curse a blessing from the hell of many worlds Seeking retribution They have known no victories They have guided no men They have stole their valor They will steal again The voice of guidance fleeting The rise of irreverence Blasphémait desecration Sacrilegious profanation Your world has died Before your eyes We set it alight In celebration Contamination purified in celebration We watched it burn to the ground Scorched earth beneath the ruins I was born to see it die I am alive to witness The chaos to which we are bound Devour itself We watched it die And the roots became unearthed The water is septic No fertile soils, no air to breath, just poison dirt There are no victories These men too weak to guide The time of fallen valor It is a curse to be alive The voice of reason ancient The echoed warnings silent Blasphemic declaration Sacrilege indoctrination Your world has died Before your eyes We set it alight Contamination purified in celebration We watched it burn to the ground Scorched earth beneath the ruins