Daemon Vulgaris

What a disgrace the crown of creation
The beast unleashed onto creation
The vicious kind that brings damnation
Its pleasure to kill and consume the prey
Indulging the taste of sweet disdain
It roams upon earth without mercy
Hunger for extinction, you're unworthy

What a disgrace a creature with a human face
The crown of creation, it's too late for regrets
What a disgrace a creature with a human face

No guilt, destructive forces of mankind
We destroy ourselves as the sages prophesied
The rotting heart of life buried by the creature
Under the red sky of dying nature

What's gone, is never to be given birth
Dead is dead, policy of burned earth
Driven by greed
Driven by greed
The ultimate parasite
Crown of creation
Masters of genocide

What a disgrace a creature with a human face
The crown of creation, it's too late for regrets
What a disgrace, it's too late for regrets

Driven by greed
The ultimate parasite
Driven by greed
Masters of genocide

The rotting heart of life buried by the creature