Resistance - Nocturnal Graves

Creator of the true resistance we spit in the face of your world

The pathways black yet binding not known through eyes of man

From the shadow side we dwell and forever on the hunt

The cosmos hunting ground the bounderis shattered

Within the heart of darkness

Strength be the scythe that rubs the wound

I hand this world a noose and plant the seeds of corruption, what has become

must be undone

The truth of of claw must be enforced, and all of this will fall

The doom you face is here

Vile tounges of idealism hacked at the root

No justice anything living can be devoured

Become the scythe that eropes the wound reap the soils of titan

Castrated by a tide now enslaved