Malevolent کے بول

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 souls 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