To Lay to Waste
by Gehenna· from Upon the Gravehill
We count the days 'till your "progress" fades
When the risen sink and what has sunk may rise
Take up your arms kill and prepare to die
Until the hour on which we strike
These disgusting humans will lose their lives
There will be no pity on earthborn life
Hear the voices of our dead battalions
As they call from the abyss of unimaginable hells
They call out for vindication and redemption
For us to lay to waste this weak world