The Soul Scythe

Anger of a thousand souls, hate you will uncover
Horror of a billion deaths, struggling voices smothered
Tearing through the pits of hell, rip your soul apart
Embrace this living breathing world, for soon you shall depart

Run screaming from the night
Evade the seething blight
Basking in your fear
Touch of death is near!

Worthless pride of stinking man, the evil and the lies
Behold your grim inheritance, the sinful beast arise!
Consume this rotted waste of life, flesh will sear in flames
Erase my wicked history, char away the shame

The Plague prepares to reap it's wrath
Death's bloody scythe rips out its path
Like bugs they scurry from the day
Die in pain! Man shall stay
Drenched in blood

I am the God of misery and soon I'll speak your name
Your worthless soul a feast for me and I will teach you pain
And in time you will learn the price of foolish pride
Eternal contemplation - eternity to die