Worldecay by Thy Primordial
Frustrated into destructiveness
So fragile this creation
It's but a matter of time before it engulfs itself
Senseless, loss of strength
Harvesting the crops
So fragile, so vile
Bringing its own decay
Whip away the peaceful well
Death came to end the pain
This plague, this ever-spreading disease
It should know when it's been conquered
It should know when it's but dust in the air
It should be apt to look back and consider
Never again it should shed its light
The man-disease shalt no longer be scattered
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