Malevolence Converged - Dawn of Demise

The lies will in time execute our vice

Into the unknown horrors

Creed of the weak

The unseen terror

Feel the coming tide

Untouched by cries

Our state of malevolence

Blind eyes will believe the stricken kind

As we look into the unknown horror

Creed of the weak

The unseen terror

Feel the coming tide

Untouched by cries

Our state of malevolence

I will look back no more

These eyes sewn shut to be free

This time we will not leave to please the others

We will return to another state of perversions

Kill the weak, in my own hell