Mortal Procession Songtext
von Boris the Blade

These eyes have foreseen the end
We will fall under our own creation, the paths we′ve chosen
And the misinformation we have believed
Force feeding hollow minds, will dawn the darkest day of man

We are vermin, spat from the womb of mother earth
A walking miscarriage of flesh and bone
Hail destroyer
Hail extinction
Bring forth our gruesome ending


This earth will rot to its core
A daunting retrospective of your beliefs
There will be no rapture, no salvation, only eternal rot
Darkness!
The sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil, feeding money into dead idols
Icons of false hope

Servants (servants) of extinction (of extinction), moulded (moulded) vessels of flesh (vessel of flesh)

We have brought this on our selves, leading this heard of human cattle into a merciless slaughter
No longer will I bear witness to this endless design

This is the funeral of man
Oh!
Oh!
Oh! Darkness!
The sky will fill with the smog of economic turmoil, feeding money into dead idols
Icons of false hope

Servants (servants) of extinction (of extinction), moulded (moulded) vessels of flesh (vessel of flesh)

We have brought this on our selves, leading this heard of human cattle into a merciless slaughter
No longer will I bear witness to this endless design