"The Conqueror"
By Fit For An Autopsy

We'll tear this whole fucking world apart.
Condemn the crown, deny your faith, and kill the messenger.
Embrace the end with open arms.
Watch the sky turn black as we cease to exist.
The sign of the son of man will appear in the sky,
And all of the nations of earth will mourn.
We will tear this fucking world apart, searching for salvation.
We will tear this fucking world apart, in the face of damnation.
We've been given every chance to put an end to this insanity.
Have we lost our faith in god, or has he lost his faith in humanity?
Maybe it is him who does not believe in the ever failing will of man.
The ability to change is but a choice not a destiny placed in our hands.
Punishment for taking every thing for granted.
Never ending sickness, absolute chaos.
All the nations of the earth will mourn.
Pestilence
Famine
War
Hell on Earth
Your day of judgment approaches.
None spared by the hands of the conqueror.
Your day of judgment approaches.
None spared by the hands of the conqueror.
Beneath the wings of the raven.
A new beginning.
Rising from the ashes of toppled empires.
Standing on the broken backs of fallen giants.
We will rejoice in the guilt.
It is our nature to destroy.
We will tear this fucking world apart, searching for salvation.
We will tear this fucking world apart, in face of damnation.
We'll cease to exist.

Fit For An Autopsy - The Conqueror

"The Consumer"
By Fit For An Autopsy

A desecration, a wasteland, a gluttons paradise
A world infected, a breed emaciated, a disgusting way of living life Ingested genetic pollution
Bleed the well dry
Pulsing through the arteries
Corroded swollen veins
Wallow in the swill of the storm drain runoff
Born blistered and sterilized
Bloated chemical backslide
Already drowning in the acid of the afterbirth
The wheels are turning in the wrong direction
The greatest of consumers
The sow of the masses
Unholy leaders of immoral sacrifice
Foreseeable panic
Devastation and havoc
Pig and man as one the butcher’s block
A desecration, wasteland, a glutton’s paradise
A world infected, a breed emaciated, a disgusting way of living life
Ingested genetic pollution
Bleed the well dry
Narrow corridors, slowly shrinking
Close the doors, the floor is sinking
The once proud face of man, embraced by hooks hung from the ceiling
House of Swine
Kingdom of Dirt
Feed The Flies
Gorging on the sewage of the earth
Shells of men
Polluted Worms
Spineless hosts
Bones left to burn
House of Swine
Kingdom of Dirt
Feed The Flies
Gorging on the sewage of the earth
Nothing but a smear on a timeline
A shred of nothing
House of Swine
Kingdom of Dirt
Feed The Flies
Gorging on the sewage of the earth
Shells of men
Polluted Worms
Spineless hosts
Bones left to burn
House of Swine
Kingdom of Dirt
Feed The Flies
Gorging on the sewage of the earth

The Consumer

"The Juggernaut"
By Fit For An Autopsy

The harvest of the human seed.
The earth is a corpse field.
Collected on the wagons, catapulted into mass graves.
Foul air corrodes the skin.
The trumpets sound the alarm of the overwhelming onslaught.
Deep gaps do open, devouring the dead.
Horribly distorted faces, leaking decay.
No conflict resolution.
No bond to fix the fault lines.
Take the breath from the earth.
Again and again the clouds will come.
Split the sky, consume the drowning horizon.
Fire red as it flashes, but does not thunder.
Embrace the hour of devastation.
 
Bringer of War
Take the breath from the earth.
Bringer of War
Take the breath from the earth.
There will never be peace.
We will never be safe again.
No conflict resolution.
No bond to fix the fault lines.
Take the breath from the earth.
No history to tell.
No legacy to leave behind.
No future generation.
Take the breath from the earth.
Funeral for a failing race.
A mass of graves where the soil bleeds.
Reborn from the rotted caskets.
This is the harvest of the human seed.
The earth is a corpse field.

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