Ataxia -

Time has come to leave this withering society

Masses masked behind religion’s insanity

Can’t believe how they can feed the poison into corrupt streams

Wake and burn their shrine let your darkside crawling in

Obscured cryptic sights, unwrapped by disbeliever’s oath

Tear the faltered knights, deviating evil growth

I hear their pleading cries

Every night when I die

Twist the scythe further in

Follow the one that bathes in sin

There’s no room for your kind

Dawning of a new found time

Eyes of twilight watch as perished souls fall helplessly

With him walks the night, and the forecoming night was him

God is stillborn on their graves as warchants echo through their fates

All of us be one, reborn every funeral day

Red as roses be the blood that kills and fuels new seeds

Blackness in our hearts are black as our masters deeds

I hear their pleading cries

Every night when I die

Twist the scythe further in

Follow the one that bathes in sin

There’s no room for your kind

Dawning of a new found time

Hail him now

Join us now

He who wears a crown

Once a king now nailed down

In their horizon find our blood

Sheeps fall, wolf’s dawn

Crown of serpents rise

Higher than the fallen skies

Bleeding urge, he yearns to die

Once born now a lie