Extinction

Walk through the shattered realm face your creator.

Face your creator.

Observe the formation of time
Omnipotent existence.

The embodiment of a lifeless soul
Conceived through chaos and misery
Existence shall be erased
Your existence will be denied.

This will be the end of human population as we know it
And there will be no second chances for salvation nor redemption.

Dead people walk among the living
They subdue the Earth
Behold the fourth kind.

Bow down before your new born god
The architect of time
Omnipotent existence.

Watch them perish one by one
The circulation of life and death.

This will be the end of human population as we know it
And there will be no second chances for salvation nor redemption.

When the balance of existence will collapse
The harvesting collectors will clutch the earth
Filled with worthless human rot.

They will recreate their own design
They shall create the fourth kind.