The Blackening.

To attain the promise, to die in rotting arms...
Darkness within, forgotten and worn...
Worn on cut sleeves, filling broken spirit...
Rebellion is coming...but can you hear it?
Will we feel their wills in ugly paraphilia...
Love is tasteless in dark necrophilia...
So let the bodies roll over...
Let the hate boil over...
Let them die in the grasps...
Of the shotgun blasts.
We are the forever demons...
That rule the silent night...
We shall scream fear...
Into every insolent ear.
When the wells dry out...
From the anger in shadowed hoods.
The rivers will run over...
Raining down your blood.
Smashing with a ten ton hammer...
Unapplicable genocides...
Even the hideous lepers...
Can't move to commit suicide.
There is no escape...
Get out of my fucking way...
Your sons and daughters are spared,
But you will die today...

Son of a bitch.
Whimsy fuck.
The ugliest snitch...
Little shits...

Pick up the norms, and cast them over.
Add about six hundred more to your four leaf clovers...
This is the blackening, this is the calling...
The calling to arms while the Darkness is falling!
Give me your nothingnesses,
Give me your fates...
I will strike them down...

And I will make you hate.