The Mortal's Harvest Pure evil and tragedy Harvested by the mortal man At the brink of extinction With fragile minds and broken spirits Dissolve at the helm of dissension A rippling misfortune We are nothing more than shadows and dust Captive in the shackles Of flesh and blood They may repent, nevertheless The prevalence of life must now recess Something in the back of the mind Calling forward Bleed the leeches of consumption dry Crush the vermin or they will saturate Infesting the celestial orb to absorb the resource Permeate We are a hideous bane Universal pariah Population termination Unleash pestilence Cleanse the mistake There will be inevitable ramifications Cravings for the human conception Indulging in lunacy Guided by a mortal's consumption Comfort as sloth and greed entwine