Kataklysm

We're conquered all but still we're searching for blood To thirst the quench a thousand years old I want to hear the screams of nation's colliding Soaked in sorrow the fate of tomorrow You better run... run far away From everything you ever wanted to

Corruption A poisoned apple that feeds your loss Weaken Reality is the greatest curse Welcome to this Ensuring soft will I tried so hard Through the impossible Clenching my fists This fight will never end Nation rise Taking the world by storm Overcom