Conscicide (Reaping the Callous Fruits)

Standing At The Threshold Of Nothingness
Embracing The Pendulum Between Grandeur And
Humiliation, We Are Nothing But Gods Waiting
To Be Served, Kings Waiting To Be Given Kingdom
Corpses Begging For Graves, Dreamers Of The Callous
Dawn Beasts That Are Yet To Be Tamed, Spearing An
Old horse Bitter The Wine of Knowledge May Be
Sweeter For Those Who Lived In The Shades
Avoiding Humanism, Embracing Mortality!

Whores Yearning For The Phallic Blessing, Shepherds
Leading Their Flocks, Warriors Moving Forwards
Free From The Chains Of Conscience

Reaping Fruits, Becoming Godlike, Absorbing
Lifeblood, Harvesting Souls, Greeting The Void
Embracing The Future, once We Asked For Atonement
Now We Ask For Subjugation!