The Final Craft of Desolation Lyrics


Spits of war falling from the sky,

consuming their brains

They are condemned to lick the soil

Maggots emerging, you smell death,

they choose to live in pieces of your disarmed legs

Final Extermination.

Spits of war falling from the sky consuming their brains, condemned to lick the soil, air of putrefaction

You put the mask on, and go your own way…

Maggots emerging,

You put the mask on, and go by your own way searching for final extermination…

(Catapults of violent rituals, necromancy feasts desecrating…

Nuclear demons profaning graves)

Final Extermination

Final Extermination

Final Extermination

Final Extermination…