I’ll carry out your filth,


To give the others room,

So drop the eclipse,


And prepare for doom,

How would I stand,



If sent to die?









I would need your constant hand,







Just so I wouldn’t cry,
Get yourself out of the hole you dug your own way,

Or I’ll pull you out my way,

Drop the word,



And keep it up,





So I will be heard,





And won’t give up,




So drop the word,




And you make it very clear,


That you do not want to be here,
I’ll carry out your filth,


To bring impending doom,


To drop the eclipse,




And prepare, for the coming is soon,
Here is a cure,






It’s called come out,




Out of the burn,




Join the count,