Daemon Vulgaris - Venom Prison

What a disgrace

The crown of creation

The beast unleashed onto creation

The vicious kind that brings damnation

Its pleasure to kill and consume the prey

Indulging the taste of sweet disdain

It roams upon earth without mercy

Hunger for extinction, you’re unworthy

What a disgrace

A creature with a human face

The crown of creation

It’s too late for regrets

No guilt

Destructive forces of mankind

We destroy ourselves

As the sage prophesied

The rotting heart of life

Buried by the creature

Under the red sky

Of dying nature

What’s gone

Is never to be given birth

Dead is dead

Policy of burned earth

Driven by greed

The ultimate parasite

Crown of creation

Masters of genocide