Naglfar

Crushed is the future of this feeble travesty
Your wretched kind shall bother us no more
A dead race to be, oh stinking bags of meat
Nothing but a filthy virus soon to be cured
Consumed by rage, I am fulled by the pain
That shall bring all you fuckers to your knees
The greatest of all sufferings
That of which you shall receive
Avert your eyes - denounce my name and leave me be
The taste of bile - Your worthless presence truly sickens me
I pray to the beast, A prayer for disease
For the imminent doom of humanity
Dreams of a world devoid of life
A silent tomb for all eternity
A fevered wish for cataclysms
and the war to end all wars
A desperate yearning for the day
when the scum shall breathe no more
[Chorus]
The day you die is the day I smile