Human Disease

Like a virus to a wound
I can feel this world
Pulse and heave
Begging for mercy with its soft frail voice

Millennia have passed, and so shall its life
A collection of contagion, war and disease
The earth rots from within
Like a cancer, it sickens me

I am drawn to its death rattle
A final lullaby
To exterminate, take all their pathetic lives
I must liberate this disease
I will tend to these wounds

I will swallow it whole
Take control
I will swallow it whole
Purify this world

For eons I've watched them grow
So distinct, so depraved
They know not what they do
To offer my blessing
To put them down
I will
I will bestow my gift upon this world
I will
I will show them the darkness that permeates all light

They will know my suffering
I will erase this human disease
They will feel my hand
As I deliver them unto death
Unto death

Erasus morbus humanitas
Erasus morbus humanitas

I will litter the world with the flesh of the weak
Even the dead shall know my name

The heavens shall watch as the world decays
The oceans and land are set ablaze
A colossal extinction
The end of all life

I will make this world my own
I will make this world my own

Swift is the hand that brings forth damnation
Slow is the bitter release from pain
From agony, born a timeless beauty
I will make this world my own
I will make this world my own