A Scream to Express the Hate of a Race - Mirrorthrone

Scattering ashes and dust from its burnt hands
The headless flock crawls growls and moans
For beheaded at birth and disheartened by the pathless infinities of stars
The weak in spirit collapsed at the death of their god
A scream to express the hate of a race
Purify the children and kill the usurped genitors
Occulted from the transcendental state
Praise the incestuous habits of the pure bloods of power
Gathering the whitest Egos of this world
A scream to express the hate of a race
The dead eyes and the vultures gather around the rotting sepulchre of the past
Overflowing with the corpses of moral social religious and scientific creations
But as long as these remains will not be fully consumed the air will not be pure
And the deep Egos will suffocate
Behold the inferior blood flow
Feel the inner hatred grow
Oh such private feelings
Cherished within the heart of my disgusted being
Genocide Hear my call for genocide
Read the fury written within the blood red trails
Rolling on my cheeks
And behold the rage carved on my sins
Cursing the living
Desecrate the dead inheritance
Blindfold acceptance
Tear your eyelids and see the sun
The light of the d**ned
A scream to express the hate of a race
A will strong as iron and waves of blood
Will now be needed
To bring back some solace onto our ground
Among the dying
A new earth has to be found
In order to re
Create a powerful humanity
Able to breathe and see
A scream to express the hate of a race
A scream to express the hate of a race that lost itself
Within the entrails of the sound of its echoing steps
Going to nowhere from nowhere till nowhere
The vultures gather their feathers are the fathers of
A plague that the carriers of dust invoked
Has been unleashed on the serene civilization
It is now time for the pure to awake and act
For the sands are spreading
A scream to express the hate of a race that lost itself
Within the entrails of the sound of its echoing steps
Going to nowhere from nowhere till nowhere
The vultures gather their feathers are the fathers of
Nihilism