Daemon Vulgaris

What a disgrace
The crown of creation
The beast unleashed onto creation
The vicious kind that brings damnation
Its pleasure to kill and consume the prey
Indulging the taste of sweet disdain
It roams upon earth without mercy
Hunger for extinction, you're unworthy
What a disgrace
A creature with a human face
The crown of creation
It's too late for regrets
No guilt
Destructive forces of mankind
We destroy ourselves
As the sage prophesied
The rotting heart of life
Buried by the creature
Under the red sky
Of dying nature
What's gone
Is never to be given birth
Dead is dead
Policy of burned earth
Driven by greed
The ultimate parasite
Crown of creation
Masters of genocide