Metamora - Defiler

Child of destiny descended from the sky

Discover who you are

Soak the thread of fate in the blood of the wicked

Grinning into the darkness this is defilement of earth and

Destruction of its people

Time is standing still around me and I am walking through alone

Show of hands who here knows the taste of flesh?

Raise em high who can tell me how it feels to kill?

Oh how I wish I could say this would all end soon, but

We are the Nematocera, we strike to infect and then pray that you die