What's the point of living for creatures that destroy everything they see on their own planet?
When will they stop being such fools in the midst of their own tragedy?
They cannot be saved
There is only one solution for this problem: the eradication of every life form begins

The crows start whispering to the dead: "the king is coming back and everything will end"

As I feel the precious souls of once wise men in my hands
I risk a glimpse into the abyss, from where I ascended and I know that this is the right way to end this fucking lie

I finally found a reason to destroy human life

Falling through the cracks of every soul I remember that I have to return into my hole
This place, my life, a lie, inside I cry, tonight I'll fall into my grave

I will kill everyone who comes across
My mission has begun I will give my best to collect their souls
Tonight I will take your live away
Decide who shall be the next to die