Days Of Decline

No Mankind Only Man-Evil The One You call Your Brother Is In Fact Your Rival
From The caverns Of Ancient Times To These Modern Days Of Decline How Many Perished In Wars And Conquests To Be Forever Laid To Rest Pillaging, Killing, Taking By Force Without Showing Guilt Or Remorse A Trail Of Blood Marks Our path Leading Us To Our Epitaph
Like Vultures, We Feed Upon The Remains Of The Dead And We Drink From The Cups Filled With The Blood That The Martyrs Have Shed The Blood The Martyrs Have Shed
From The caverns Of Ancient Times To These Modern Days Of Decline How Many Perished In Wars And Conquests To Be Forever Laid To Rest Pillaging, Killing, Taking By Force Without Showing Guilt Or Remorse A Trail Of Blood Marks Our path Leading Us To Our Epitaph