Mould in a Breed - Kataklysm

Beneath the dark earth

Under the black seas

Underworld reign in ground below!

In a promised realm lies a race?

Gargoyle beings roam within

The fertile valley of existence

Their colonizing approach assault the sources

The valley torn by the masterful beasts!

The wilderness life potential retrieved from their vitality

For aeons the force has been drained

Misused selfishness of the center’s resources!

Mightiest thoughts?

Wish an ultimate control

They developed this new energy

That occurs to be a malformation

Among them spreads the winged gargoyles

I know power, one of them said!

I vest tas

He speaks for it’s kind

The unawaken part of the race

Followed the winged ones

Downward their disastered fear

The valley has been marked with death, in its existence

The foul stench of steel, rusted the nature’s life

The domain’s virtues losing their colors, fading from fear

Their fungus sets in the valley of purity

By bruising the clouds above, deep below the world!

Underneath!

A hopeless mass obscured by thousand shadows

Crushed by the ruling winged masters

They who simultaneously banish themselves!

To raze their everlasting underworld

The essence of the existence wasted to immortal destruction

The exploitation of the infinite well of resources?

Dying, but closing itself upon the gargoyles

Sealing them in their proper earth

Over earthworld!

The claim of the valley, the claim?

Life

Death!

Death!

Death!

You’ll stay like a being

You’ll suffer among yourselves

With your new replenished energy!

You’ll decompose all power in reign

Reversed effect on my soul

Your bright plunged world of doom!

Doom!

Gargoyles falling winged ones, flying for the clouds

Above, below, smash retreat deep in their well of ills

Gargoyles lying small ones, dying on the ground

Below rise, above the clouds, the valley feels