Slaughterer Of Souls
Autopsy
4:27The sloughing of life Banishment of vitality The thriving seized A cold new reality The earth pulse grinds and slows All warmth is smothered Clouds of smoke and ash Turn to choking blizzards The folly of man It comes to fruition Self-made doom The fatal condition Ice filled lungs collapse Crack and cease to heave Skin turns to faded blue Numb death cruelly relieves The folly of man It comes to fruition Self-made doom The fatal condition The final frost The final frost Planet in ruin A casket of frost Once living statues Buried and lost