Is this your new world order

Was this your grand design

The vile fruits of your labours

A harvest of sick intent

An agent of mass destruction

Spawns mankind's slow decline

Slow decline

And now your cold corruption

Has stained your hands blood red

The echoes of dying cities

Cleave through your blackened soul

Your ivory tower crumbles

You wilt on your golden throne

Your tarnished crown has fallen

To smash to powdered bone

Left to wither

On poisoned vines

On spectral winds

The howling silence

The all seeing eyе

Weeps with pus

And crust ocer

With blind ambition

The souls of billions

Now scream for rеvenge

The howling silence

Seeking vengeance

Crushing, clawing

Boiling your soul

You're guilty

You're sentenced

Reduced to

Worthless husks

The howling silence

Clawing your eyes

The ghosts of billions

Seeking redemption

From your foul crimes

Your dream torn asunder

Nothing left

But the howling silence

Silence