World Unknown

Reeking of guilt
They shall suffer, they will suffer
Until the end of day, they would ignore dying mother
Ignorant, arrogant, not taking care of anything
They'll tremble in fear until I'm not done with every single one of them
Now I comply, this genocide
They'll bathe in blood for all they've done

Hear the screams of the torture
Suffering hard to measure or capture
Into silence, I will turn their generation
Because conscience didn't give them needed lesson

I am the coast of the eternal shore
crush against me and be broken
I can not see, reason for this
Polluting impeccable
Consequences undeniable

End of kind, story foretold
From highest peaks to caves of gold
Barren land, veiled in sorrow
Winds have flown, death will follow

In the name of order
With wealth that towers they ignore hunger's powers
Creatures, pervert violent preachers
Wasted potential

End of kind, story foretold
From highest peaks to caves of gold
Barren land, veiled in sorrow
Winds have flown, death will follow



Credits
Writer(s): Boris Hlinka
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