Released from the martyrs chains
Primal force unleashed
I reign now once again

This is the beginning of the [bad word] end

I destroyed the tapestry of the ages
Unravelled the weave of history
The threads now dissipated into the void

Aeons of mistakes left to breed and evolve
Birthing blight and carrying contagion
My essence shakes with purpose and passion

The flower of annihilation blooms

Harbinger, wiping clean the slate 
Of wrath and rage my soul is buried beneath

disease ignored without halt
In their putridity I am entranced
Potential squandered without fail 
cosmic stain
The perfect aberration 

Cleaving all asunder
Scratching and scraping at the very fabric of existence
I am that which mends
I am that which rends
 [bad word] revision, violent abolition
The systemic and [bad word] design
I will not cease until their souls I have reaped

Finally the peace of the purge
Purified and perfected
All the machinations [bad word] and ended

My purpose beckons alluringly 
Only one flame burns brightly

Now we must dance
Alone in the emptiness, all creations erased
This is our destiny
This is how it was meant to be
This is our destiny
The way it has always been

Exiled
Despised
Fratricide
god will die

/ [bad word]