The Destroyer - The Duskfall

Skulls piled on concrete, executions made with ease

Tombs filled with sickness, an invader who won’t take heed

Evolving with a shotgun, launching killing spree

Unleashing death on mankind, excluding not a soul free

He won’t be satisfied

A gallery of death art, primitive actions to be seen

Ceiling dripping from their blood, loves to watch them creep

Opened the gates of torture, he has found his way

Generations screaming for more, ripping trough the gateways

The destroyer…

Skulls piled…

The destroyer…