Frak The Gods Periphery

Lives erased
Their memories will never surface again
Now our plan for domination is at hand
Harvest the flesh
Enslave the planet they call home
For one thousand fucking years

This is the age of new direction
No one stands in the way of our reign over this sector that has been newly claimed

I'll evade the sun
This life is given to those in the shadows
Now I must erase the sight of the living
And seperate from the eyes

Swallow the ink down
Might as well, we're all destined to fall off the pages we've written
Call it fate or whatever the brain will label it as
While we return to the planet

Reason with the body
The death isn't what it seems
We are now the ones to be extinct
Only forgivness can end this

Death it seems
Death it seems
So imminent
There is nothing that can be done here