Obscurity In Progress — Rossomahaar

The instinct of survival's laid to rest The lives of those we loved'd burnt down the spiral The world we knew's no longer a world for us

Emptiness of a living thing Hate in oblivion, charity in stress All exits open

No child's to be born No life's to be revived No feeling's to be felt

Enter chaos of this zero hour Climb up these (cyclopean) towers ...and murder your dreams

Slaughter the loser Unbreak the chains of compassion ... and face the bette world

A world of no human intervention New and improved ... our dominions perished... Pain's no longer a pain Suffering's no longer a suffering Both are just perfect joy

A little bit of torture A little bit of hatred ... and the picture's complete

Tellus eliminated Dreams all broken The aftermath thunders our Monument of egodrama

We're all alone Obscurity's in progress