I am the waves of the damned
And I am angry at man
For his establishment of fear among this land

Infesting slaves driving exodus
Viral infections plague my faith
Anticipation of extinction

In the eyes of my oracle
This once sustained land, now nothing more than a distant memory
Helping hands remain idle as we are scorned to the peak of worthlessness

Must they judge
Must they destroy
May they claim this era as their own
The night, the fire of day
Vital fluids meet rampant decay

Tempting skies, behold my future
And endless season of hellfire
Another ember to fuel this dissolution

I fell into the gaping angst of the world and destroyed everything that I had left
Invaded by lust and the reeking odor that is existence

Bow down, thy discontentment is the crown
Pulled beneath the waves once again
Shadowed in anguish afflicting my being
This mask is pure despair and seething

Destructive life form unblessed eternal
Marked in view of my sins and my hate
I unravel in descent and return to my tomb
Inundated by mud, I decompose in my hymn

Writhing in my septic demeanor
Pessimistic mindset taking over
Drenched in remains, eyes flood red
Only hate inside
I am the king of the dead

Behold my future, all I am is hate

Bare my rule, this usurper of time
For I now have my grasp upon humanity
Iron clutch
Fear is God