Blade like the crescent of the moon
Blade, blood and rust, falling weight
Blade, severs light into shards
Pierce the eyes, vitriol of red
Sever spine, disconnect the head
Sever life, victims of the blight
Sever hope, worship of the blade
Germinating arborescent mind
Draw the fires from the well
Stoke the furnace, feeding skulls
Raising the banner of death
Callous and empty within
Shivering pigs in the frost
Feeding on tripe at the trough
Flesh of the world is covered in shit
Virus of mind and of thought
Eats its way into the spine
Taking its hold, taking control
The heart is dead, the mind is empty
The blood is thick, the mind is empty
The flag is high, the mind is empty
The guns are hot, the mind is empty
The fire of God, the world is empty
A flaming cross, the soul is empty
The cities burn, the eyes are empty
Consumed in flame, the mind is empty