Sprout from the dirt: A spawn of the sickest treachery My fingers are coffins, spreadingly forcefully the unborn seed Arise from your weeping; entrust in me I am the Bringer of the Black Dawn! (The Sun forever gone.) Swallow the shards of dreams: regurgitate nothing Time drips into lifelessness by the order of the ebon hand Birthed under my command, no rest for the wicked Carry out my black desires: spread our sickness, across this EARTH Ungodly soldiers of hate... Legions of undead: "March forth and let the blood fly. k**..." (never wondering why.) What destroyed my faith in this world? What have I become inside? Witness the dawn of a new hatred, for a worthless hope And a dwindling purpose, I will never be the same Breathing blackness as I re-create the paranoia that is my entire life I am withering to a helpless state of mind: I can't cry when it's raining. I Can't scream when I'm breathless Leave this all behind: Press forward into a new day Witness the dawn of a new confidence, for a hope worth fighting for, and a Purpose... All My Own March forth and let the blood fly, I am the Bringer of the Black Dawn Arise from your weeping; Entrust in me. We will force our enemies to swallow Their dreams