Spewing Forth Arachnids

Over burning stenches i exist
Through frozen lakes our souls shall burn
In our domain the weak shall fall to hell
Perfectly

As the moon beams down upon the sweat of your failures
You shall know who lost this day
Inhale the foul scent of annihilation
We three shall not walk away

In our domain the weak fall to hell
Perfectly

Chaos theory, broken wings denied
Our elemental structure can not, will not, shall not,
Co – exist

Spread your wings and prepare to die
The blood of my brothers forever call my name