Foreshadowing Death - Rise, Lord Impaler

Rise, Lord Impaler
From your native soil
And all of the world
Will forever be in turmoil

Hell shall reign upon
This pathetic fucking place
Bring forth damnation
They shall fall from grace

Embrace
This evanescent winter
The frigid air
Will forever... hinder
Mankind's progress

It's a curse... it shall be written!

Written by:
Brady Jones, Ryan Thomas

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