Against Them All
Harvesting the ground
Of a stronger self
Our morbid state caused us lifeless pain
It shall hurt and it hurt
It shall burn and it burn
It shall die and it dies
The titans fall
Against them all
Welcome to my wake
Where I lay, bleak and cold
Welcome to my wake, my way is strong
Credit me death, in a precious land
Total affection, inner self
Credit me no human affection
Credit me self perfection
The pain is a chain
That keeps the soul to the skin
Grieving till death, on my own
Distance, the human virus swarm
It shall hurt and it hurt
It shall burn and it burn
Against them all