Rotting Years

"No one had ever throught this day would really come to us. The Humans are the Beast, and the Apocalypse is ours."

Brutal sex in the bloodbath room
All humanity walking toghether
To the final torture
The innihilation of all existence
Huge blades over your heads
Ready to cut the whole world
Letting no one live
Leaving only the waste of the planet
Rotting with the years
Waking the master of eternal filth
Commander and guardian of the cellar
Keeping the infernal beasts
Unleashing them to the unstopable madness
Over the waste of the world
Feeding on torture souls
Observing time passing away, many years had gone
And the beasts have evoluted, mentally and physically
Becoming psycothic professionals of death
Now the only way to keep up the killing
Is to kill each other