Dead Parade

What you see What you feel What you need Put them down The slaughtered dragged to the ground What you fear What you feel As you bleed Mass destruction all around In this masquerade Born of the utmost pain All that drowns beneath Spawn of the undead breathe Born into malcontent Buried without lament Under their power we'll flee Withering demons breed Blasphemous god Invaders Degrade us Into the arms of the dead Malevolent Riddled with disease Frail destroyed insides Dominance ripping through the streets Pale their voidless eyes And what we're fighting for? The slaves of dawn they rise And what we're fighting for? We fail the war and die Righteous falling down Your god eternal fiction Demonic wars affliction Defining gore addiction Your god eternal fiction