Thousand years, thousand forms
All pain retrained for years
All grief confined
By a servant of the host
They reign on the flesh
Waiting to bless their blood
Searching lives from the grace
Forever feeling the sensation of violence
A rotten pile of dead humans
Rotting...
Rotting fesh
Infecting the air
Suffocatting
Suffocatting all lives
The soul's screams
The suffering is not real
The nightmare becomes very real
Human execution...