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Texty: The Red Shore. The Seed of Annihilation.

Fear me.
Born in the fire of redemption,
In the arms of perdition.
The seed of annihilation,
Offspring of anarchy.
Fear me,
I will tear your flesh from bone.
Fear me,
I'll devour existence.
Fear me,
Now gather your masses.
Assemble your legions.
Bearing the torch of nihil the flame of fractured light,
To descend upon this infernal wasteland, bring eternal night.
I am the voice of everything and nothing.
A force with the pulse of existence,
The repulsion of man flowing through my veins.
With the will of fire and chaos ill unleash upon this world unmerciful.
Born in the fire of redemption,
In the arms of perdition.
The seed of annihilation,
Offspring of anarchy.
Fear me,
I will tear your flesh from bone.
Fear me,
I'll devour existence.
Fear me,
Now gather your masses.
Assemble your legions.
I am the birth of salvation and the end to this decrepit creation.
A purified method to cleanse a world of all damnation.
I am all that is hatred,
I am the end of days to come,
The end to a world insane.
Feed me fear.
Born in the fire of redemption,
In the arms of perdition.
The seed of annihilation,
Offspring of anarchy.
Fear me,
I will tear your flesh from bone.
Fear me,
I'll devour existence.
Fear me,
Now gather your masses.
Assemble your legions.