Immaculate Fatality - Wrought of Worms

This tragedy of failure,
With structure wrought of worms,
'Neath plagued skies, choked with smoke,
The ashes sing of its demise.
Your sewage mind, we hold the keys to crush,
And rid the world of those befouled,
Confounded by your kind.
Don't be pulled in, though it may play tricks on your eyes.
A life of shame is all they give,
Feeding you shit not fit for flies.
Of dry, brutal sonic rape, proud do their words proclaim.
With but one fatal stroke, their souls, our steel shall tear and maim.

I must escape,
E're digging my own grave.
Still endlessly the ashes fall,
Concealing light of day.
And I can not breathe.

I'm choking on my words.

Left lifeless on this cold pavement,
Their feeble blood, it all shall drain,
Let by demons' hands.
This empire of shit,
We have come now to crush.
All sympathetics stand to meet their fate so much the same.

Endless, the ashes fall.