Boris The Blade

Mortal Procession Lyrics







These eyes have foreseen the end

We will fall under our own creation

The paths we've chosen

And the misinformation we have believed

Force feeding hollow minds

Will dawn the darkest day of man



We are vermin

Spat from the womb of mother earth

A walking miscarriage of flesh and bone

Hail destroyer

Hail extinction

Bring forth our gruesome ending



This earth will rot to its core

A daunting retrospective of your beliefs

There will be no rapture -

No salvation

Only eternal rot

Darkness

The sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil

Feeding money into dead idols

Icons of false hope



Servants of extinction -

Moulded vessels of flesh



We have brought this on our selves leading this heard of human cattle into a merciless slaughter

No longer will I bare-witness to this endless design



This is the funeral of man

Darkness

The sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil

Feeding money into dead idols

Icons of false hope



Servants of extinction

Moulded vessels of flesh



We have brought this on our selves leading this heard of human cattle into a merciless slaughter

No longer will I bare-witness to this endless design