Engineering the Antichrist Thy Art Is Murder

Darkened clouds approach the grounds
Where the innocent victims
Await the outcome that could never be foreseen
They come from beneath Earth
They come to block out the sun
There will be no redemption
Their blood spilled for Satan
A trail of corpses lay behind them, stench of rotting flesh
They slay all women, children, leaving them without their heads
I share the same addiction to the beast that I can taste
Cannibals they've become

Infect the population with a plague that will last for a thousand years
Apocalyptic massacre piles of burning bodies lie at the side of the streets
As your bowels give way, your final breath
Will beg for forgiveness

I see the end is near
The streets awash with blood

They're all dead in the end
No one to be spared
No one to be spared
Evil

And faith will be your weakness