You crowned your kings of violence,! Fed the furnace of decay.! Built your world on hollow lies! Then begged to look away.! You worshipped your delusions,! Called the sickness “destiny.”! Now drown beneath the weight! Of your own insanity.! You carved your fate in hatred,! Every choice a sharpened blade.! Now suffer the consequence! Of the ruin that you made.! WE’RE THE STORM YOU CREATED,! THE FEAR YOU CANNOT FLEE.! THE DEMON IN YOUR SHADOWS,! THE END OF YOUR BELIEF.! NO SANCTUARY REMAINING,! NO GODS TO HEAR YOU SCREAM.! WE RISE FROM YOUR COLLAPSE —! THE DEATH OF YOUR DREAM.! You cheered the march of chaos, Applauded every crime. Blind devotion, sweet corruption, Rotten to the spine. You fed the wolves with innocence, Let truth be crucified. Now choke upon the horror Of the monster you supplied. No mercy for the guilty, No absolution left. You forged the blade that cuts you down, Your world is self-bereft. WE’RE THE STORM YOU CREATED, THE FEAR YOU CANNOT FLEE. THE DEMON IN YOUR SHADOWS, THE END OF YOUR BELIEF. There is no salvation, No refuge from the flood. Your empire built on carrion Now sinks into the mud. Every lie returning, Every sin alive. Every debt collected As your false gods die. WE’RE THE STORM YOU CREATED, THE FEAR YOU CANNOT FLEE. THE DEMON IN YOUR SHADOWS, THE END OF YOUR BELIEF. NO SANCTUARY REMAINING, NO GODS TO HEAR YOU SCREAM. WE RISE FROM YOUR COLLAPSE — THE EXECUTION OF YOUR DREAM.
