The end of ends, to solve the problem nThe cause of death, the sum of our stricken lies nNatural selection, a dying dog will die nnThe old stray of the pack we weep in pity nTo see the utter truth, believe in infamy nDestroy and conquer and lacerate humanity nnBeneath the bowels of a hollow life they dwell nWithout belief, isolations now reality nThe end of ends is now indicative nSo let the fatal wounds bleed nnThe end of ends our path is sanctified nStrangulation to rid ourselves of heresy nAltercations a cruel hand we strike nNo remorse, plague and famine nullify nThrones of blood and pain reside amongst the dead nnKill your own blood-shed, external dissident nAbolish life, no thought of human retrospect nnDenounce their kin with strife, inside they hope we die nBreeding spawns you know will come sacrificed nBlind feeding shallow minds as souls are left denied nnI strike the weak, Bloodshed resides over me nI strike the weak, Pawns left denied nnAn end to ends drains the souls whho plead nInfected within the timeless slumber of those who heed nAn end to ends drains the souls who plead nInfected within the timeless slumber of those who heed nnThe end of ends is now indicative nSo let the fatal wounds bleed nThe end of ends our path is sanctified nStrangulation to rid ourselves of heresy nnThe end of ends is now indicative nSo let the fatal wounds bleed nThe end of ends is now indicative nSuffocation to rid ourselves of heresy nnI strike the weak nBloodshed resides over me nI strike the weak nPawns left denied