Abaddon Incarnate - Global Bastardisation

cradle newborn bastard ın hands that seep ın sin,
on looking through a crystal screen,
the bastardiser grins,
soiling what was once a subtle and pure race,
ı embed myself within her
and leave without a trace

engulf your frail existence,
rob you of your worth,
feel contaminated at the hour
of the bastards birth,
screaming through a smoke screen
created by his breath,
experience the shock
and the wrath of the bastards threat

bastard

bastardiser, conceived ın death,
bastardiser, fear my threat
bastardiser, conceived ın death,
bastardiser, fear my threat.

population rises
as the bastards commence my reign,
blood replace raindrops, extirpate and main,
their sky becomes his eyes,
feeding from his vigor,
each one aims their weapon
but ıts him that pulls the trigger.