Desolator - Sectarian Breed

Empires form from sand and gravel
Reaching towering heights
A pyramid scheme of fathomless extent
The weakest call to arms

With ease indoctrinated
Choose your colors and march
Allow the drum to echo
Surrender to its infectious pace

Tyranny, enslavement
The ways of our wretched world
Strive forward with eyes shut
But your word is not your own

We are the suffering, we are the death
The endless waste of flesh and blood
We are disorder, we are the decadence
The endless tragedy, the symptoms of mankind

Multiply the defect, generate and procreate
Populate and organize, degenerate to verminous state

Sectarian breed, this perpetual machinery
Sectarian breed, the ethereal design
We are infected, the earth's brooding cancer
We are but mortal men dwelling in the suffering we create