Towards The Dying Lands

Transfusion with a contaminated mind
 From beyond this tainted world
 Now the dead shall rise
 And follow me
 You'll fall before me
 We enter the new world
 I see the soulless shell
 I witness this decay
 I shall ascend
 I Will become
 The constructor
 The new God
 The reconstructed husk
 Withering while walking
 Life with death I made my own
 And one day you are too
 In my grasp
 I am gathering the soldiers for the darkest army
 The impure masses will walk again
 Towards the dying lands
 Of man
 My dream
 Is here
 Walking in the shadow of the Unholy masses
 For the dead will rest no more
 This world is a cemetery
 The kingdom of corpses
 Where no light is found
 And the dead will dwell
 The reconstructed husk
 Withering while walking
 Life with death I made my own
 The reconstructed husk
 Withering while walking
 Life with death I made my own
 The reconstructed husk
 Withering while walking
 Life with death I made my own
 And one day you are too
 In my grasp
 I shall ascend
 I Will become
 The constructor
 The new God