Dying from infection

Total gene pool needs correction

Culling fury making purity progression of necessity

Population overdose

Mass extinction now imposed

A retrovirus modified to the fittest form for taking lives

Cutting through the masses

Severing leaks deadly gases

Killing field

Total yield

Deconstruction of a race

Burning effigies be lit

Summon death from the pulpit

Exodus

These are the final days

The pain that’s coursing through your veins makes you quick to realise

You’re standing just before these doors of death

A wasting force will leave you just husk to be defined

By the will of the effortless struggle

Vying for the finish of the already diminished

Terminal exposure places us among forgotten races

Lessening the crowds of vermin

Viral potency is certain

Reduction to a fragment

No life and nothing to inhabit

Every corner sterilised

Only traces will survive

Monuments of global conquest buried in the sands of time

Festering, the wounded flesh

Rotting corpses laid to rest

Genocide of the ended human race

The killing force is surging forth

Its power will suffice

We march in line towards the doors of death

A certainty envisioning that nothing will survive this hell

In the effortless struggle

The pain that’s coursing through your veins makes you quick to realise

You’re standing just before these doors of death

A wasting force will leave you just husk to be defined

By the will of the effortless struggle