VVe Are the End
Begotten night of vermin, cloaked descent
Scorned Heavens scream themselves into existence
Our salvation lies in her blood
Blackened pyre, the end of all my dreams
Through blackened holes
Spiraling worms defiant against the sands of time
. . . We are the End
Writer/s: JOHN MCLIMANS JR., ROBERT ORR
