Malevolent

Gaze upon the Nightwalker
Mutating from a frail form
It is the onset and the ruin of existence
Embodied immortality before our eyes

Can you save our lives?
Or will you run like the rest of the scum?
I'd rather fucking die

Woodlands drown in the calamity
The purest soul asphyxiate and forever fade away
They feast upon the dying
As they march and slay

Will you save our lives?
Or will you run like the rest of the scum?

Will you save the ones you love?
Or will you run, you fucking scum?
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be six feet deep
Buried beneath the soil
Like the rest of human filth
Beneath the soil
Like the rest of human filth

They cry but you cannot feel them
We listen to their pain, but we cannot hear them

Can you save our lives?
Or will you run like the rest of the scum?
I'd rather be dead
Be dead