
Music by Mihail Kulov and Petar (insert surname), i only did the vocals.

come forth, invoke my name
i descend from fiery skies
radiance expands around me
as i shatter, burn and crush destroy
integrity of worthless clones
i saw them weep and pray to god
i saw them tremble invoke thy lord
pitiful prayers left unanswered
to a wretched system
ambiguous dancers
only in me they found response
i healed them, i cured their wounds
they flourished touched infinite heights
now i return, i reclaim the price
the price is souls and joy and dreams
fury flows in restless streams
the sight of light caress of rain 
i promise scorn i promise pain

they came to me in my timeless tomb
with chants and offerings, save us from doom
they called my name and kneel before
disturbed my sleep to fight their wars


they had supremacy upon the world
their power vast, their might reborn
arrogance in the weak is fast to grow
it grows and sprouts it twists and twirls 
serpentine, venomous it burns

again they weep they try to hide
they turned their back blinded by pride
they forsake me and they forgot
devoid of gratitude now the will rot

they cry forgive us we were wrong
we walked where we don't belong
we spoke in tongues and we were fools
we beg you almighty we are your tools

forgive us

you insolent puppets i will be your death
i will dance to the rhythm of your final breath
i will sing along with the fall of your tears
i take it all back your existence ends here




The worthless

it will arise thru wretched desires 
and rabid designs of a sickness repressed
for so long reprimed, 
realigned with a self about to converge and rebuild
so rotting and rattling
erratic the vision and spastic the movements
this is what i crave

no room left to breathe
no pulse left unanswered
i will burn it all to the ground 

i will burn it all down to the ground

i will take on all i see
i will hurt it, let it bleed 
i will feast on misery 
i will butcher every bit

and every fucking person 
on this motherfucking planet
it is an embedded target
of my most destructive fashion
its an itch i cannot scratch
its the call of my subconscious
dedicating a whole existence
on te sole purpose to maim and kill

it will abruptly erupt in this world
it's blurring the lines between lust and blackout
for so long abiding,
to a blistered system about to implode in blackness eternal
it's bleeding and bloathed
it blossoms thru violence, blooming in red 
this is what i crave

no room left to breathe
no pulse left unanswered

i will burn it all down to the ground 

i will burn it all down to the ground

i will burn it all down to the ground

i will burn it all down to the ground

fury!

flows through me!

fury!

flows through me!

i feel it flowing throgh facades of grey
and it's growing and feeding and flaming and seeping
fugacious yet firmly
reforming a construct of false fabrications of conformist nature
so furious, ferocious
it's flooding the world it's the fulcrum of hate  
this is what i crave

no room left to breathe
no pulse left unanswered

i will burn it all down to the ground 

i will burn it all down to the ground

fury!
i let it flow

Giorgio Saputelli