A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
  The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields
  This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder
  A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld
  Into a realm of frames
  
  With a blood-storm fading into the distance
  Floating without directions over this smouldering landscape
  Caught in a moment of transformation
  These shades of anatomic malignant nature
  Approached on another in an unpleasant way
  Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state
  Created in a shape to accommodate a wide variety of demonic forms
  The realm of the benighted aristocracy of evil most pure
  
  This is where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep
  
  Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps
  It rages against mankind, to annihilate the earth and worse
  It spills the blood like rain, the beauty of death it represents
  
  Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile
  Genes would still blindly carry on smouldering ember of hell
  Limned with gold leaf, the scarlet brush
  That sweep all traces of time, place and pattern
  
  Total death in every nation
  Monuments of vanquished civilization
  Just as brilliantly removed ruthlessly eliminated
  The cornerstone of human emotions
  Has now been drained away
  I saw death of a most uncommon nature