Fruitless Existence (Rings Of Saturn)

Erasure of degenerates by the celestial Divine otherworldly beings prepare for a detrimental invasion of another planet An empire reborn, fabricated from the inhabitants neglecting it's utter importance Hollow eyes pierce the soul with no remorse, an emptiness not of the mortal comprehension The atmosphere, thick with the stench of decomposing bodies, entice my minion to kill Bow to your true fucking creators Bow to your true fucking creators The odious, suffering the doom they have reaped A fruitless existence Ungrateful species of filth and corruption, we cast you into the void Heavenly wrath upon the nefarious Created to satisfy our growing hunger They fade away, their extinction predestined In place are celestial avengers Who now gaze upon us humans Erasure of degenerates by the celestial Divine otherworldly beings prepare for a detrimental invasion of another planet An empire reborn, fabricated from the inhabitants neglecting it's utter importance Hollow eyes pierce the soul with no remorse, an emptiness not of the mortal comprehension The atmosphere, thick with the stench of decomposing bodies, entice my minion to kill