As algid Winds blow across the Land, scattering Ash over all that once was
As Civilization is torn to Ruins, Mankind is masked by a Shroud of Dust
A terminal Quietude has set in as Man's last Strongholds have begun to fall
We feed on the Arrogance of Man, We dethrone the Lords of Creation
A Lie that was called Hope is exposed in the Final War
Deaths unfeeling Hand reveals the fouls Stench of Decay
Liberated of your woeful Plight, your inner mindless Drought
This Heritage Site called Earth will soon be forgotten
While creation cries out in Pain, Hope loses all Importance
Nothingness awaits while Man baths in the Blood of Earth
As Mankind sings It's last Requiem as an Ode to It's own Annihilation
The Peace long spoken of, It has come at Last
The Destruction of Mankind, because We are the Carrion