Foul Wind - Like Rats

Foul winds of the misanthrope

Burn eyes as sands of time fade

Onward we march to the pits of Lazarus

Ancient gods seal our fate

In the name of suffering

All fall

In their name we’ll suffer

And all will fall to their knees

Before it kneel

Sleep lies in eternal dreams

Entombed in their dismal vision of what’s to be

Collapse, crush the will

In the name of suffering

All fall

In their name we’ll suffer

And all will fall to their knees

Bow down

Fall to your knees

Begging

Plea for good to return

Humans never learn

Foul

Foul wind

Foul

Foul wind