Waiting for the Fall(Explicit)

Empire Empire!

Perish for the destruction

Empire Empire!

Martyr for the control

\"Religion is a falsehood

Know the ways of old

Polizia forever withhold!

The lurker is in all

Seek not to be for all

Seek the ways of old\"

\"Delve

Sip of the eternal fear

Control

Shake, for they are near

The void will not sicken you

Only they will sicken you

Rot in the degenerates of your brain

The mass thought will not survive

It kills the pure thought

It is religion in disguise

Fear the regime, fear the death throes\"

Empire Empire!

Perish for the destruction

Empire Empire!

Martyr for the control

\"I am disgust, and I am blasphemy

For I am the vile one, and I am decrepitude

But harken to me for the days of ill control are nigh

Apocalypse of heavens

Apocalypse of worlds

They do not fear death, but they shall know it

It is upon them

Rise with me, for the bleak and the sorrowful shall now prevail.

Hail destroy!

Hail destroy!

Hail destroy!\"

\"And the march of shadows begins

The deviled one leads

And the broken of the one brain mass together

No longer the harnessed thoughts

No longer the god of heaven

A march to the tides of space\"

The polizia await

And no more shall the unaltered brain give the living dead unto their troops

No more shall the one brain give thoughts of hope in the netherworlds

Only now do the masses go forth as singularity amidst fools and tyrant gods

And the rally of crying hell unleashes

Auriga crashing

Auriga crying

Auriga writhing

Auriga deformed and diseased

The ritual cleansing begins

Empire Empire!

Perish for the destruction

Empire Empire!

Martyr for the control

No more the battle cry of the unaltered

The lurker, anti-martyr, the saint of unlight, leaveth the palace of gods...

Give the people what they want

There is no morality in the death of a universe

There is no hate in the calm of divinity

And there were no thoughts in palace of gods

Now the universe is riven of its shanks

The binds of god and the the tethers of holiness

Grind the unshriven polizia to bits with the madness of black suns.

Power of demons drive the unitech corp to its unnamed graven rest.

The march of shadows redeem

The thoughts of the unithought machine

The lurker prevail

The lurker prevail

And always

Destroy to hail!