Genocide Generation (Dies Irae)

Twisted bodies Untenable pain I commemorate today My reprisal day I enshrine Stench of rotting heaven Nest of wickedness Burning wings of angels Fizgig nailing thousands hands I drag holy gates Grip of coldness Paralyze servants Refugees from escaping Desolation Genocide generation In aftermath of kingdom More kindness, godness More evil, more hell The black rainbow Wandering of black sky Nothing remained When I took revenge It is the hay day of Genocide generation