Marching Towards Extinction -

Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls

The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls

Passing through a candlelit chamber of lies wealth can’t escape the shrilling

screams of undead souls

When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood would you kill your

own kind, would you honor those that died

When forced into battle morals become obsolete and everyone becomes a nemesis

Slaves of a treacherous beast to capture freedoms of the human mind

But in the dark glow of the moonlight’s shadow this creature awaits

Visualizing the nightmares of an eminant future

Spreading fear and hatred through his people he embarked on a quest to sabotage

humanity

A stadium of genocide at his fingertips

The apocalypse is upon us

Horizons fog with greed

No action is taken by the absent militia and the path to devastation remains

Who will escape the blade and begin a new age of revolution?

When the sky

freezes over and begins to storm with blood would you kill your own kind,

would you honor those that died