Fit For An Autopsy

When the world is empty of souls
It will become so clean
Silent death
Hammers of seven hells fall from above

Settle the final debt, forced adaptation
Void of regret, absent of love
Subdue the lands until they bow at the broken will of man
Inescapable fate
The earth will swallow all that it can
Until it finally reclaims the hell we create
When the world is empty of souls, it will become so clean

Annihilation, the human curse
Worthless warnings, terror swarming
Self preservation, ancient rebirth
Endless mourning, terraforming
Silent death
Hammers of seven hells from above

Composição: Will Putney

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