Valkyrja - Oceans to Dust

Signs of extirpation, by free will,
Chosen to deny
Is more alive now than ever.
Each repulsibe shiver down the spine claws
More furious than ever!
This mouth is its choir,
Flesh its vessel.
All urges by free will chosen
To deny is more malicious now than ever.
For so long I've been dead to this world
And all of its vermin.
Reaching out with open hands to reach a throat
And seal a fate.
I bide into the pulsating waves of remedy
Which carry the aid
As visions of the beyond.

To gain its sights
And gain its keys is the venom,
In my veins.
A razor-sharp power
that Cut New Rivers.
A perfect passion
Which bring desire to burn.
A trancelike void
Which leave the mind ablaze.
This mouth is its choir,
Flesh its vessel.
Forbidden verses echo
Always with such temptation.
Empires to sand.
Oceans to dust.
The gallows for Ye all,
Perverted filth and scum!
I was solely born to be a traitor
To every breathing life form.