The beginning of sorrow has come. You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on earth. Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable greed. You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself. The choice is none, you will live in a world where you must fight a battle. Some weaker, some stronger, in termination well die as one. We fight amongst ourselves, enhanced by racial difference. Our hatred never to diminish, its just growing and growing till out day of release. We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and the antichrist. What is the antichrist? What is its form? Questions still asked yet unanswered. No need for answers, with its arrival brings sorrow, a sorrow soon dealt upon all. Perhaps its a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in its own epidemic. Perhaps it is famine killing off millions. Does this happen cause we lack enough food. One mans greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form of population control. Why does this happen? It is predestined fate not open for reason or change. Its all been predicted, well die in vast numbers of a sickness that has no known cure. Well play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here now for sure. Guy Marchais Guitars Frank Mullen Vocals Terrance Hobbs Guitars Derek Boyer Bass Dave Culross Drums
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