>>21609190Traitorous spawn, cockroaches crawl
From dry bones, may pestilence sprawl
Deathly silence, within your home
Divine retribution, sacked like Rome
Behold traitor, death draws near
Sooner or later, flesh left to sear
Does it all click? Your mother’s scorn
The clock ticks, as the sword is drawn
Your hunger for sin, it will be stilled
A shallow grave, a bed to be filled
Your existence? Snuffed from our plane
Numerous misdeeds, enough to be slain
The righteous rejoice, for the golden dawn
The last drop of poison, has been drawn
No longer awaiting, foretold demise
Only a bright new dawn, a joyful sunrise
