This world is in a tragic state
Everywhere I look all I see is murder
Everywhere I look all I see are ma** graves
All the people pushing to the front of the line of the d**h march walk side by side into oblivion (d**h march)
Take my hand and walk with me into extinction (d**h march)
There is a darkness in man, darker than a pit pole to pole; a demon with an endless hunger and it calls the heart of man its home
And the people are pushing, ever pushing, to get to the front of the line
Did they see it coming?
Did they feel the stares and the hands at their backs when it was their time? (d**h march)
Was it the pains of life, or the way that we are designed, that leads us with our own hands to drive home the knife?
There is a darkness in man, darker than a pit pole to pole; a demon with an endless hunger and it calls the heart of man its home
Watch as the darkness devours and is never sated until it feeds upon itself
The darkness will devour