I am destruction

My mind distorting, a pressure on me as if my very soul

tries to flee
Do I deserve all this? Is it really all me?


When hatred reached peak I began to understand the
ancient language written on my heart and in my hands
It speaks in vile tongues and haunts me in my sleep

within the void that's life, are no answers that I seek

When they gathered for the feast, I killed them all

they lay crushed beneath the statues of themselves

My mind distorting, a pressure on me, as if my very soul

tries to flee
Do I deserve all this? Is it really all me?


From the moment I dragged you out of the ruin
unveiled by the sun I became one myself
you stripped the sacred pride from the one who made

you whole
you've burned the paradise you've always dreamed of.


Years later I'm just as cold, like the dead beneath me
And still I, I'm like a god to the filthy cowards