Terminally Batllescared, Dead Inside, Coldness, Sunk Into A Bottomless Sea, Created By Ahe Tears Of Millions Worshiping The Grand Mysteries Of Death, Revealed Before My Eyes, Endless Theatrical Funeral Masses Replayed Words Of Evil Uttered Aloud In A Pompous Prosaic Manner Corpus Est Moloch Strife, Oh Futile Strife, Betrayed By Flesh, The Scares Will Never Heal. No Mercy For Anointed The Thrones Of Thy Labour Shall Shatter The Fundaments Eradication, Emptiness, Nothingness. Alas The Thrones Were In Vain, In Vain You Were Aspiring Brighter Dawn, only To Receive A Battlescar!