From the recording VIGIL-ANTE THE WATCHER
© Copyright-Vigil-Ante (884502791235)
Record Label: Vigil-Ante
I feel a cold and clammy touch upon my very soul!
The air is crisp; the smell of Death hangs ripe upon the pole!
The heads of those that went before are queued up nice and straight;
But the question lies before them; wherein lies the Hate?!
Is it INVICTUS and GREED
That defines the very need to Obliterate?!
As soon as blood is spilled you’ll find
The lust fulfilled will drive you blind
You’re the one! Control your seed!
The threat to self defines the need to
Obliterate! To Obliterate me! To Obliterate! To Obliterate me!
You told me that you went before to find the Holy Grail
But the wars that stood before you foretold you were doomed to fail.
The blood and bones and sinews rent from those who’ve gone before
We say to you “Cry Havoc! Unleash the Dogs of War!”
You said that You’d save me
You said You’d never die
I still can’t see the reason for
This whole horrific lie!
Is it INVICTUS or GREED
That validates your need to Obliterate me?!
As soon as blood is spilled I find
The lust fulfilled will drive me blind
Is it my right, my spear to hurl for
“I am become Death! The Destroyer of Worlds!”
I Obliterate You! I Obliterate! I Obliterate You! I Obliterate!