Genocide Bliss - Diabolicum

I see no joy in life

This grey room

With no view nor door

I see nothing but treason

This tainted world

With no sky nor shore

I can see all colors fade

The icons dead

All winds turn

In the night of the scarecrow

Where the shadows burn

These fields are ripe for harvest

These streets to be cleansed

The chains to be broken

And the age of steel ensure

I see no joy in life

This depleted dream

This flow of pain

With no lie hushed

The moaning queen

In her kingdom crushed

I see only the maelstrom

Strangling every breath

With the voice of love

I speak the words of death

Genocide bliss