Proxima Centauri

[Music: Aphazel - Lyrics: GroM] by foreign shores we tread our way no clue of what's beyond a lurking threat unknown to man an ancient force of prey through time and space we travel on our curious natures grow an evil dark and frightening place where no man should dare to go ave aquevale for the neptune towers subside we unlock doors unprepared to face the horrors far beyond as feeble speaks of dust we boldly linger on and on our souls will burn with flames so high and vanquished we will be for we are merely strangers in this void of misery cruched and butchered drained and slayed our souls forever scream engulfed and severed, tortured and maimed with no hope to be free anghuishly crying no able of dying a curse no one can tell forever standed and abandoned our souls will burn in hell liberate tute meex infernis we hear our cries we know our lies the punishment is due beware and fear that which is near and face the world's demise demise so far yet close this hidden evil a scythe reaping souls a breading unportrayable death will swallow all mankind we have not seen the face of death and hell is just a word the truth is far much worse and vile our existence too absurd the fatal verge of no return now breached beyond restraint how many times must our souls cry before we finally learn we face what power is out of reach until we crash and burn a warning's given us remain on our home soil for furious proxima centauri will shred this mortal coil shred this coil shred this coil