Letra de Deathsphere

Harvesting the fuel of infection, death stands before us. Slaves of the modern day, serving doom till our sentence. Wastelands of unwanted supremacy. Rotting lairs of a scorn empire. We’ve been abandoned, been fooled into perfecting the lives of The Few. Now they’ve vanished, and we’re left with nothing but disgust. Behold the terror of dysfunction. Working our way to honor, shaping our future. Dismantling our mindless efforts. We all believed the myths, the fiction. Crumbling under the weight of absurdity. We’ve been lead to being thoughtless and to live a life without thinking about or doubting a single leader. Now’s too late