Artista: Hereafter An Odyssey
  Canción: Absurdist Movement

Standing on a wall of bodies
trying to reach the sun for this burning moment shows me that I am alive.
I withstand another endless year inhaling the scent of a blood river.
Oh how I grieve for the next to come,
the bane of an existance now stalking the young.
Rotting.
The lips of the choir will sing.
Match strike to engulf this world in fire.
Burn....the end of man.
Intoxicating smells of charred human death, sickening, eating the raw.
Oh the Great Old Ones have failed me leaving their pulse exposed.
I ravage as One in ancient madness.
Violently do the winds escape you
as I lace my face with the webbing of your stomach lining,
spilling on the ground the beauty you have withheld.
Our tongues shall fork.
I show your lungs the fury of my vengeance.
Righteousness so calling me now to lay waste.
To all that have no fear left in their heart: 
The Undead shall arrive to feed. 
I hail the flag of the zombie.
We will make as our own all their souls.
I can perceive not an ounce of pain in my skull.
The flesh and decay of my brethren will open the ground to the core and from Hell arise.
End your slumber, and slaughter!
As nothing makes sense and nothing makes for regret,
a future so futile, we kill ourselves off as a failed humanity.
Let us drown, eat glass and bleach our corpse...
People will kill people to degress as people will.
And the noose knows this all too well.
I long to see the end of time and necromancers slow-dancing on my grave.
Rabies, anthrax catastrophe, Nothing makes sense, Nothing makes for regret.