Naglfar

And The World Shall Be Your Grave

Crushed is the future of this feeble travesty

Your wretched kind shall bother us no more

A dead race to be, oh stinking bags of meat

Nothing but a filthy virus soon to be cured

Consumed by rage, I am fulled by the pain

That shall bring all you fuckers to your knees

The greatest of all sufferings

That of which you shall receive

Avert your eyes - denounce my name and leave me be

The taste of bile - Your worthless presence truly sickens me

I pray to the beast, A prayer for disease

For the imminent doom of humanity

Dreams of a world devoid of life

A silent tomb for all eternity

A fevered wish for cataclysms

And the war to end all wars

A desperate yearning for the day

When the scum shall breathe no more

The day you die is the day I smile

Salvation lies in the nuclear fire

The memory of you shall fade

And the world shall be your grave

Now bow your heads in shame

The earth shall be reduced

Into a grand necropolis

The days of man are numbered

Soon they shall cease to exist

With a future now crushed, and all hopes turned into dust

Mankind has been brought to their knees

Behold a world devoid of life