Cold and silent prophecy
Brought about by fears
Foretold to all the masses
Forgotten through the years
The end to all predictions
Yes time is growing near
The march of death approaches
The fate of man is clear
They run to find a hiding place
To hide themselves from sheer disgrace
The Gods have come to claim their heads
Triumphant when they’re dead
A million wars united
Repayment for our lives
Widespread grief and terror
The nations face demise
Amidst the passive sorrow
They toll the final bell
The sacred rise above us all
The evil burn in hell
The corpses of the wicked
Surpass those of the good
The cities lay in ruin
Amongst the fire and blood
Destructive forces rendered
The pulse of mankind ends
Upon the frozen bodies
The march of death descends
Delusions of grandeur, rebels cast aside
Volcanic reverberations, power won’t subside
Substantial influxations, from sources not unknown
Screams for blood and violence, your circuits overblown
Aggressive motivations, control your willing mind
You’ve come here for a reason, a reason you will find
Persuasive inhibitions, project your thoughts and dreams
You love the noise pollution, the sweat, the blood, the screams
Malicious Intent: You twist and you turn
Malicious Intent: Your body heat burns
Malicious Intent: On bashing your head
Malicious Intent: We will raise the dead
Afflicted population creates this atmosphere
Die hard youths in anger, create a sense of fear
Society protesting, goes against the grain
Lack of understanding, prevention all in vain
Underground united, growing like a storm
Feel the tension rising, thrusting past the norm
Bound by power metal, others do not see
Thrashing takes us higher, sets our spirits free
