Gaze into crimson eyes at your lagging peril (caustic peril) Apex of lunar light razes any semblance of sanity Trepidation and angst manifest unending until your doom Dubious lagomorph induces eerie hallucinations Missiles from all angles Superlative precision Struggling is useless, for Your fight spans two battlefields Human nature is little more than another set of dark shackles Binding me to my destiny of slavery with distinct masters Rabbits of the celestial body are ensconced in plain sight Resembling our forms through demonic eye manipulation What am I? (Monster) When will I be free? (We can't be free) Is life always a cage? (Death to all lunatics) Gaze into crimson eyes at your lagging peril (caustic peril) Apex of lunar light razes any semblance of sanity Rabbits of the celestial body are ensconced in plain sight Resembling our forms through demonic eye manipulation Paranoia, anger Apathy, depression Human nature is little more than another set of dark shackles Binding me to my destiny of slavery with distinct masters What am I? (Monster) When will I be free? (We can't be free) Is life always a cage? (Death to all lunatics) What am I? (Monster) When will I be free? (We can't be free) Is life always a cage? Hunted like (Vermin) Both by the moon and the (Human village) Surrounded by bloodlust (and by anxiety) What am I, a lunar rabbit or a bird trapped in a cage? When will I be free? When will I see the light of dawn? Oh, will us renegades at last see the inception of peace? We are children of the moon that we have vehemently disavowed

Legends of disease reincarnate as the embodiments of vengeance Targets of their wrath: the sun and the souls of the living Who take their breath for granted Leader of the four guides the spirits of those that were slowly massacred Merges the sinews of eighty million innocent existences so callously destroyed Requite (The old star) Spite (Shall fuel this) Plight (Where there's no) Light (Forever) Pest (Will slaughter) Fest (Of dragons) Test (With a bout) Wrest (Extant lives) Death... incarnate! Wrath... of umbra! Setting the stage, laying down the lightless foundation For what will be indiscriminate genocide Conspiracy with a shifting power To test the strength of the newly anointed fire dragon Epitome of the blinding white night ensnared into a trap To prevent an abrupt abortion Conjuring scrolls with the obsidian magics That bind all of the little garden to the grim game Requite (The old star) Spite (Shall fuel this) Plight (Where there's no) Light (Forever) Pest (Will slaughter) Fest (Of dragons) Test (With a bout) Wrest (Extant lives) The host claims victory when the opposing players are dead, massacred brutally Their only hope lies with the shattering of mythos' falsehood, elucidate the truth Requite (The old star) Spite (Shall fuel this) Plight (Where there's no) Light (Forever) Pest (Will slaughter) Fest (Of dragons) Test (With a bout) Wrest (Extant lives) Gales carry doom Abandon hope As Weser gains Divinity Those who exude their proof of organic sentience Have found the answer to my virulent quandary Yet, their lesser powers will deceive them As they still find themselves gasping for air... Transforming the theater of fantasy into History's abandoned Germanic city once antiquated Even the most vigorous of heroes can't dream of Emerging victorious against the amalgamation of souls so plagued Retribution towards the dastardly sol draws near As the plague befalls the kingdom of Salamandra and beyond Despite the only malefactor remaining is Pestilent Black Death, the harbinger of pathogenic extermination Competition is approaching conclusion Ebony is this demise unabated Animation gives way to decayed bodies And yet, the pride of the parties involved stays Using the gifts bestowed upon the heroes by fate, The avatar of the bubonic plague is transferred to the moon Severing the connection to the Hamelin grimoire Destiny reclaims the lost mortality of eighty million humans passed Captured by the pyres of the vindictive monarch Blessings of the gods arise and combine to annihilate her The spear of Indra is unveiled at last to ravage Personification of the noire scourge who wished to reflect all her dead

Collapse of hierarchy from the dawn of Time by the epitome of furious deities Hunter, dominator race broken and Beaten into a feeble shell of what we once were by gods Feral, these creatures that stake our claim Slaughtering, gormandizing, brainwashing Even with swift population decrease Still, the truth eludes the unhinged dogmatic Aragami gorge on all in their wake Leaving only naught but plants to decay Impervious to conventional means They regenerate from wounds with alien biology Organism, unknown origin Fucking up the earth and beyond Ecosystem devastated and paralyzed Remnants of our species are spread Far and wide, yet thin and effete The only reason we still breathe at all is science With the formulation of ordinance The rancid ichor of aragami is fused with death machines Infusing the warriors with the cells That once made a monster will take up arms to seize retribution Battling fiercely against hostiles Bereft of compassion and empathy for survival Rend their cells apart, masticate their core The sole approach to complete vanquishing anathema Baring fangs, blades and guns with fervor Left with nowhere to run With each victory attained, we too Sustain more heavy losses Humanity's progress is delayed By a millennia Due to the inescapable rage Of primal carnage and might Treachery lies in the heart of the aegis which once swore to propagate Sacrificial insanity brainwashes new type to attempt murder Silencing the altruistic warriors from uttering verity Incubating a brand new god the seeds will bow to or be demolished Gnashing our teeth against the flesh of the once invincible gods that have blighted and scorched the earth Using their cadavers that never housed sentient souls to replenish weapons for defying the will of heaven Building the walls with their skin, blood and bones to defend homosapiens from this purgatory Are us soldiers that are inculcated with their depraved hides doomed to feel naught but indignation and an inner hell? Singularity, non-divine being is born (Human form) United flag of mankind, she'll quickly adorn (Yet not as an insult) Consciousness, a shock, yet will soon be met with scorn (Exile) Eaters of deadly idols, when aware, are torn (Ambivalent passion) Demons sever and chew bodies Crushed up, shattered bones and mangled skin denatured Impaled, aflame, and corroded Savage methods, god eaters are extirpated Grievous torture, agonizing Suffocating laggardly and losing reason Deprivation of most senses Except nervous stimulation, enhancing pain Deceit is fully unveiled by the director of death Bioweapons are going renegade to rescue Anthropoid aragami fuses with harbinger of Second apocalypse by force, but still, she will refuse to devour us Gnashing our teeth against the flesh of the once invincible gods that have blighted and scorched the earth Using their cadavers that never housed sentient souls to replenish weapons for defying the will of heaven Building the walls with their skin, blood and bones to defend homosapiens from this purgatory Are us soldiers that are inculcated with their depraved hides doomed to feel naught but indignation and an inner hell? (Gnashing teeth against flesh of once invincible gods using our oracle imbued god arcs to reclaim what's left of earth Securing every last trace of higher morality before we devolve and lose our final armaments ere our souls) Annihilation... pending as two minds struggle in one body Separation of... intertwined ideals is hence impossible Decision is made... shell has elected mind of greater knowledge Relegated to... orbital body of celestial nature Collapse of hierarchy in Fenrir Leader is what we swore to extinguish Proselytized (Can't recover), damaged beyond repair as they cannot Challenge beliefs (That are gripped tight) by the hearts of those who lack strong purpose Baring fangs, blades and guns with fervor Left with nowhere to run With each victory attained, we too Sustain more heavy losses Humanity's progress is delayed By a millennia Due to the inescapable rage Of primal carnage and might Subjugation will not be our Destiny, as we die (Freedom is paid in blood) Autonomy cannot be attained By vehement division Perennial cycle of horror Torrential sanguine floods (Eaters of Gods will ask) What benevolent god would approve Of the fate for suffering?