We are an army of metal
Churned by the dirt
We are reborn in blood soaked hurt
Risen to reclaim this darkened stain
That you seem to play
I know you all too well
You're a hateful man
With a heart worthy of hell
Get on your knees
And acknowledge
The cure to the disease
We are the will of the Didact's Hand
Enforcing a peace that you'll never understand
When your body belongs in the sand
Still we respect their plan
Your time is coming to an end
It's about time to descend
Just let go of hope and swallow that rope
That will drag you deep below
Listen to me
I do not care how you feel
Death will come to you
If you don't get in from of me
And kneel
You amount
To nothing
Absolutely nothing
And your fantasy is coming to an end
We are the will of the Didact's Hand
Enforcing a peace that you'll never understand
When your body belongs in the sand
Still we respect their plan
Your time is coming to an end
It's about time to descend
Just let go of hope and swallow that rope
That will drag you deep below
Listen to me
I do not care how you feel
Death will come to you
If you don't get in from of me
And kneel
You amount
To nothing
Absolutely nothing
And your fantasy is coming to an end
You are nothing
Just a pathetic man
And you hurt all I love
About the Creator
Sickly Vindictam
I am Sickly... Artist... Youtuber... Warrior
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