Conquest Of A Dying Culture Letra

Along these once fresh and fertile fields; Did we spread like wildfire, a swarming hatred; Laying waste to all those who oppose our creed; Like armies marching, on in death's name. A storm of ideals, unbridled power; False knowledge fashioned for our conquest; Destruction's minions, with one aim in mind; A free world for the taking. Across these pure and sacred lands; Did we plant our seeds, of deception; Our blind faith and the fruits of our labor; Lie in a failing system. Rape and slaughter those who won't accept this; We shall water our fields with all their blood; A raging harvest wrought with disapproval; The end result of our burning Eden. This machine will drive on and on; Whether or not you are on board; Devastation is the only thing; That it produces. The destiny of our culture. All creation shall perish; The price of advancement; This device will not fail; Our vehicle for change. A hunger fueled by lethal intentions; Running rampant through our minds; Thirsting for an absolute mastery; The time will soon come when all will think like us. Nothing shall pass 'til man has reached his mark; No one shall rest 'til gods we all become. Consume the fruit of the forbidden tree; This world belongs to us; None shall oppose us but must