The end complete's the final day. Rotting Ways Terror fills my mind. Cannot prevent what's mine. Silence life that's sent. Fearing the souls, of fate.
Death decides rotting ways.
Rotting ways, fear of death the signs from below. Rotting ways, fear that bleeds with lives sought low. The fear has come beyond the rotting ways. Now the time writes down the days. They're coming for the glory of the kill without a sound.