Forcing the wrath to the rotten fools
Forcing despair for the whispers
I feel the pulses extremely useless

Forge fire forge layers of hallowed
All seem so crushed
Death is so rushed

Most of fire is consuming life and flesh
Time is going
Time is what disgraced human race

Doesn't reach to know
Masonic lust lay on the man poor trace
Intension evades me, aggression cleanse me

Laments jumps my brain to crush the shades
Effects within the whole [jump me]
$$#ault me impact me

Witness the death
They see all the dying
Trying to survive

Fringe of blood
Current blood
Hide the death

All the dead