Plague-like, infectious to the core the claws of the West imperium reach out to conquer destroy to expand and expand to destroy more the vultures saw profit and they carved a deep wound in humanity's fate.. i hear... The cries of pain and torment As vanity preys on the weak They are lurching from their graves filled with horror of the human race... Starring at the sky, we are all alone Every night we die, the same fraud Fear belongs to thee, look into your misery An explosion in your head what would you expect, to find... i hear... The cries of pain and torment As vanity preys on the weak They are lurching from their graves filled with horror of the human race...