Scourge
A single earth
A billion lives
Each one wanders
These bleak grounds
Suffer once more
Born with remorse
Blindly we follow
This road with no course
Torment reigning through each vein
A rhythm to which hope holds no escape
All minds deprived
Of great delight
Scour this sodom
Existence to loathe
We breath, we die, we rot
In death we claimed our spot
Natural disdain beings
Nothing as a new beginning
We stand in line for eternal rest
We all linger a true mortal death
Leave behind this bitter scourge
All is born cursed
Autor(es): Daemon
