Raise in the screams of the dying light;   Born into tragedy,   Existing violently.   Forced disregard of all humanity   Product of a war.   Where a generation of souls,   Embraced by apathy,   Caressed by dying energy.   Released from the bodies   Who can't adapt   The weak are attacked.      Horror   Forced into life is this genocide.   Where endless blood saturates the eyes   Of those who kill prepared to die.   Their hunger craving life.      Embrace their minds   Their apathy keeps them blind.   Surely our demise   Within their screams we die.   In vain, force in the blade.   Voluntary plague injected foolishly   Answer to a life obscurity.   Product of a mind   Where a generation   Has drowned themselves in stupidity.   Project aggressively   Choking on the blood of their enemies   Their searching for