Bringer of the black dawn

Sprout from the dirt: A spawn of the sickest treachery
My fingers are coffins, spreadingly forcefully the unborn seed
Arise from your weeping entrust in me
I am the bringer of the black dawn! (the sun forever gone.)
Swallow the shards of dreams: Regurgitate nothing
Time drips into lifelessness by the order of the ebon hand
Birthed under my command, no rest for the wicked
Carry out my black desires: Spread our sickness, across this earth

Ungodly soldiers of hate, legions of undead
March forth and let the blood fly. Kill (never wondering why.)
What destroyed my faith in this world? What have I become inside?

Witness the dawn of a new hatred, for a worthless hope
And a dwindling purpose, I will never be the same
Breathing blackness as I re-create the paranoia that is my entire life
I am withering to a helpless state of mind: I can’t cry when it’s raining. I
Can’t scream when I’m breathless

Leave this all behind: Press forward into a new day

Witness the dawn of a new confidence, for a hope worth fighting for
And a purpose
All my own

March forth and let the blood fly, I am the bringer of the black dawn
Arise from your weeping entrust in me. We will force our enemies to swallow
Their dreams