Endbringer
In your debauchery
Where I was created
I become the ending
I become the pestilence
Breeding pain and sorrow
In the darkness of your twisted heart
With seething
I will arise
To fulfill all the prophecies
And bring a bitter end
To all of this suffering
As you wallow in your own
Self-righteousness
And I shall rise up
From perdition
I am Apollyon
I am Abaddon
My time has come
To bring apocalypse
I am your antichrist
Beholden to the serpent
I am the Grim Reaper
Here to take your soul
Behold the pale rider
With death in my hands
Disease
Disease
I am the fucking Endbringer
The words of prophecy
You wrote are crumbling
I am your solace
I am your putrescence
Every day we exist in darkness
Bred in flesh by compromise
The heart of your pestilence
Made up of black ichor
Chokes the life from your withered lungs
Your spirit defiled
By the raping of your mind
As you read these hollow words
Written in the past
And now I rise up
From the abyss
I am Lorelai
I am Azrael
This hand has come
To bring apocalypse
I am your antichrist
Beholden to the serpent
I am the Grim Reaper
Here to take your soul
Behold the pale rider
With death in my hands
Disease
Disease
I am the fucking Endbringer
Absence of action
Violation of their innocence
Corruption of the soul
Proliferation of depravity
Has now given me birth
I am the fucking Endbringer
Where I was created
I become the ending
I become the pestilence
Breeding pain and sorrow
In the darkness of your twisted heart
With seething
I will arise
To fulfill all the prophecies
And bring a bitter end
To all of this suffering
As you wallow in your own
Self-righteousness
And I shall rise up
From perdition
I am Apollyon
I am Abaddon
My time has come
To bring apocalypse
I am your antichrist
Beholden to the serpent
I am the Grim Reaper
Here to take your soul
Behold the pale rider
With death in my hands
Disease
Disease
I am the fucking Endbringer
The words of prophecy
You wrote are crumbling
I am your solace
I am your putrescence
Every day we exist in darkness
Bred in flesh by compromise
The heart of your pestilence
Made up of black ichor
Chokes the life from your withered lungs
Your spirit defiled
By the raping of your mind
As you read these hollow words
Written in the past
And now I rise up
From the abyss
I am Lorelai
I am Azrael
This hand has come
To bring apocalypse
I am your antichrist
Beholden to the serpent
I am the Grim Reaper
Here to take your soul
Behold the pale rider
With death in my hands
Disease
Disease
I am the fucking Endbringer
Absence of action
Violation of their innocence
Corruption of the soul
Proliferation of depravity
Has now given me birth
I am the fucking Endbringer
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Secrist
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