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