Paroles: Antagonist. A Dying Sun.

Its time for annihalation caress them with the hand of death a civilization buried in ashes a kingdom laid to rest a campaign of blood tearing a hole into the earth the taste of vomit kisses your throat this is a past you cant let go we the people will decide to leave this forsaken past behind on your feet march ahead with knuckles bleeding red in my hands the weight of the world in our grasp guilt infects your throat a past you cant let go