Survival Of The Fittest

Let the drops wash it all away
U of a dying mind
Remains of forgotten era
Once warlord of the night

Once stood up knowing
The face on the wall
Ruled by none Master of all

Servant of the one
The one with the goat-horns

How could u loose u'r sense of strength
The sense of pride
By ur nails by ur teeth
How could u loose

Time has come to let go the past
to end this comedy of irony
In murder and rape to achieve human genocide

Now I walk alone the road way
Thinking about the past life that will never return
The world as I knew it has chanced
I don't belong to this society
Only death will give me eternal rest

No remorse no regrets
The tears have no meaning to me Farwell
Ignorant fools let down my own powers
U filthy one u deserve to die

Let the blood drops wash it all away
U'r dead era the world is doomed
No hope!!!