Night Pulls All Perception

Any era starts at a world's end
Night pulls all perception
The earth rumbles, men falter
Then the veil lifts and filth appears, as a foreigner
This Plague, that man relents to create each day
Rises again and destroys every piece of this soul
Overhanging each aura, along the earth, tought to kill
Rotting soil awaits our capitulation,
A return to this spiritual creaction-osmisis
Brandish your weapon face the mirror
And start contemplating the criminal
Feed the soil as it should be done
With blood, flesh and juicy organs