The Voice of Destruction
by Gehenna· from Upon the Gravehill
I have been this wasted shell at war
And I have heard the voice of my destruction
I have smelled the stench of suicide
And I have reached to take its hand
He is inside myself in deep depression
The cross, death, and the grave
Such has been my martyrdom
And out of the ruins
Of this degenerate civilization
Emerges the scum of a primal manufacture
I am nothing which you can comprehend