Raise in the screams of the dying light;nBorn into tragedy,nExisting violently.nForced disregard of all humanitynProduct of a war.nWhere a generation of souls,nEmbraced by apathy,nCaressed by dying energy.nReleased from the bodiesnWho can't adaptnThe weak are attacked.nnHorrornForced into life is this genocide.nWhere endless blood saturates the eyesnOf those who kill prepared to die.nTheir hunger craving life.nnEmbrace their mindsnTheir apathy keeps them blind.nSurely our demisenWithin their screams we die.nIn vain, force in the blade.nVoluntary plague injected foolishlynAnswer to a life obscurity.nProduct of a mindnWhere a generationnHas drowned themselves in stupidity.nProject aggressivelynChoking on the blood of their enemiesnTheir searching for