Havoc

Woe... when fear is our bridleLost in the claws of decayOh , Tomorrow's a grinning skullThat leads our waySweet oblivion rocks usIn a cradle of darknessReel to the first tuneIn the crescendo of deathEach delight becomes a jeering guiltOur mohters viscera sticks bleedin' in our throatSo we grunt and we belch without any dreadPrelude the eventide of the tellural breedJust like a deseaseOur race increaseJust like a noctural dreamWe'll fade away one dayOh father tell me whyThe last flower died in my handsFor castles in the airThey burned down the groundAnd a hand full of dustFor my lifeHark! To our mothers scoldingDiscord is the harvest of greedTrust no pray into the emptinessStill havoc feasts ... on mankind