Nocturnal Graves - Resistance

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Creator of the true resistance we spit in the face of your world
The pathways black yet binding not known through eyes of man
From the shadow side we dwell and forever on the hunt
The cosmos hunting ground the bounderis shattered
Within the heart of darkness
Strength be the scythe that rubs the wound
I hand this world a noose and plant the seeds of corruption, what has become
must be undone
The truth of of claw must be enforced, and all of this will fall
The doom you face is here
Vile tounges of idealism hacked at the root
No justice anything living can be devoured
Become the scythe that eropes the wound reap the soils of titan
Castrated by a tide now enslaved