Thanatos
From the fractured soil he arises
To enrapture our souls
Throughout consensus
Or its unapparent spoiling

Promising meaning and revenge on this world
The fraud has lured you
With a messiah, a twisted Leninist call
Awed, lobotomized, impassioned you dissolves
Chasing the ever-changing enemy
Always coming through

As the ravaging pest
By the wind that brings a past unsolved
That long night of terror is coming down

Amid famine, under relentless death swirl
The plot follows through on blighted streets of doom
And all that comes to light are nightmares, recalls
Since the puppet praised that torturer
To become our own one
— in a rite to dig these graves

Thanatos
Is the empire on the wane
It's the venomous distinction demanded by you