The Inevitable Darkness

Isolation - Detached from the living world Like a worm, crawling into the dirt of the masses Misanthropic flames burns in my soul So unhuman... So undivine For my soul is ancient and not of this place Cursed... to dwell among the living I call upon the storms of destruction To cleanse this world from human filth Eleven demons will rise from the deep And welcome the inevitable darkness Oppression - Rebel against all order Dwelling in endless circles, over and over again I despise this world with every piece of my goddamn soul! Drink the wine of perdition I call upon the storms of destruction To cleanse this world from human filth Eleven demons will rise from the deep And welcome the inevitable darkness