This Day All Gods Dies
Ten thousand years into the reign of our madness and misery.
From the fertile womb, of the near east born, one lifestyle and tradition.
Like a raging storm, this brutish culture swarmed, across the continents and seas.
To pillage and rape, with lust this earth to take, now we stand on the brink of destruction
Outside of nature stands angelic our mother culture.
We've been, blindly led down, the darkened halls of a ravaged world deplored.
Within, this society, lay the suffering seed.
We must dispel the falsehood and lies and kill the gods they so desperately need.
A way of life, filled with grief and strife, and a failing sense of mind.
For how we used to live, how we used to thrive, in the global community.
But now we stand alone, and struggle to fulfill, the so-called destiny of humankind.
To rule this sacred earth, for what the scars are worth, I will live as a full-sworn enemy
Burn the, altars upon, which their dwindling faith lies.
Tear the, pages from, their holy scriptures.
(Prophets speak empty words)
Cru-cify, their convictions.
(For love of the world I stray from the selfish path of salvation)
For with, each life which turns its back on their beliefs.
The gods, which make up the base of their culture cease to be.
The gifts of civilization and technology which their gods bestow, are but, despair and disease, gilded in fool's gold
Of what, does our voice sing in the chorus of distress?
This, day, all gods die.