Lyrics

I am becoming of death, the destroyer of this world

I hear the cries of the dying
And yes i know their pain
I steel my will with the power
Ov my own wickedness

Man possess a need to consume, destroy and breed
Something good must die, make way for godlike beings

It is sad to say, that man has had his day
but death keeps beckoning, to show the darkest way

From your eyes you bleed
shedding hair nails and teeth
rotten septic flesh that still will beg to breath


I am possessed by doubt
And yet I feel compelled
I can resist the urge to purge
your blood will stain the ground

Man possess a need to consume, destroy and breed
Something good must die, make way for godlike beings

I call the spears of fire
to rain from skyward down
I burn the desert sand to glass with a deafening sound

I am becoming of death, the destroyer of this world

Man possess a need to consume, destroy and breed
Something good must die, make way for godlike beings

I am the end ov suffering
For those, souls I steal
I seek to be, the end complete,
mankind's, fate is sealed

I am becoming of death, the destroyer of this world

Man possess a need to consume, destroy and breed
Something good must die, make way for godlike beings



there exists a need to consume, destroy and breed
something good must die, make way for godlike being

I am becoming of death
the destroyer of this world

there exists a need to consume, destroy and breed
something good must die, make way for godlike beings