Rossomahaar Transenflamed Visions of Your Mortal End

Torn from inside out, phlebotomized

You crawl through the darkened earthly debris

Once you thought you were disguised

Oh, it was painful to find out you were not!



We follow each step of yours, hiding in the shades

Of your pathetic life

We chase the thieves of our belief

Isn't it delightful to see them writhe?



Writhe in sin, writhe in a circle of putridity

Writhe in pain, writhe in a cycle of stupidity



Your dominion is but a ruin of it's former self

Or is it a regular mirage?

A logical outcome

Or a fatal failure of your minds?



Slipping silently, for we're in no need of words

Symbolizing purest mental strength, we've came to be your shrine

We rape, annihilate and slay your herds

For the better life always follows the decline



Complete decline... the absolute demise

That's what awaits the human breed

Among the chaotic shapes of universal apocalypse

Sown will be our inhuman seed



The antithesis of vitality, antonym for the breathing flesh

We are the raging ocean of anxiety

Your sight is transenflamed with vision of an End

Ablaze with the fires of Yuggoth, the chariotry comes forth

And mourns the mankind, granting you the truest sleep

For your life was nothing but a dream