Until the World Collapses

Tear me up Rip apart my flesh and taste my blood for they will Haunt and search Cthonic chaos omens of the bygone made me Realize For the beginning of the end is imminent Call to arms Torn from the sphere of this grey reality Can't face me? Can't face us? Can't face this life? Can't face yourself? Can't face them? Violence - bereft from disguise Torn apart - between hate and hate I raise the flag of rebellion in the mighty Hailstorm blows Lead the pack into this morbid black Dominion All arise! Cannons strike the giant signs of our legions Metal hordes We're the rising fire to devour all weakness Can't face me? Can't face us? Can't face this life? Can't face yourself? Can't face them? Violence - bereft from disguise Torn apart - between hate and hate We live in the ages of perdition We hail all the idols of submission How is this a life, where in singular devotion You fail to resist, to resist emotion? We feast on the remains of the fallen And dream of the heroes long forgotten How vain is this bath in bloody ashes Torn apart by word 'til the world collapses Screams - silent words from the pit of revelation Bitterness is the price of adoration Look at yourself - and tell me what you see Is this being one with you - or one with me? From the apex of this torn world I shall make them Hear the screams Leave behind the misery and know no fear we're Warriors Hold our heads up high while they all fail to see and Realize This is not a fucking game and our dead world is Not the prize Can't face us? Can't face this life? Can't face yourself? Can't face them? Violence - bereft from disguise Torn apart - between hate and hate The empires have fallen The path has been chosen The lives have been wasted The core of rebellion - an unknown deception - no reasons to die for a cause that will fail The will of a million - the voice of seduction - a falling ideal just like hammer on nail Behold - and see - a fire is rising! Until the world collapses I stand on high ground I walk the fields of chaos, and feast off the sound Brutality - insanity - the curses on my kind Yet I have seen so many things their minds will never, never find The price of this life A moment of illumination A fire that purges the strife The nausea of nothingness Omens and symbols - the signs in the skies Have never showed me destiny - they only showed me lies The price of freedom is the pain of aching heart and sense This rising fire conquers all - a broken world to cleanse! A broken world to cleanse - to cleanse!