[00:00.000]
[00:08.629]Barren are the ruins of our planet
[00:11.784]Few have survived but the demented, soulless
[00:15.753]Rationing the sacred human remains
[00:17.650]Of human life, consumed by darkness
[00:20.776]
[00:31.990]Hope has grown cold
[00:37.871]Existence, pale
[00:43.000]
[00:55.622]Glazed grey dead eyes seem innocent
[00:59.368]Severed limbs lay, preserved and shrunken
[01:03.400]Coveted parts of human bodies
[01:07.616]Memories of a violent past
[01:11.168]
[01:14.992]Forms entrenched in naked bodies
[01:18.900]Far removed from souls in debris
[01:23.485]
[01:33.300]Vultures pick at the flesh
[01:38.165]Maggots consumed the rest
[01:44.265]
[01:44.265]Putrid entrails strewn around
[01:48.923]Ruins crumble to the ground
[01:52.726]
[01:52.726]Vultures pick at the flesh
[01:57.351]Maggots consumed the rest
[02:03.355]
[02:03.355]Putrid entrails strewn around
[02:08.151]Ruins crumble to the ground
[02:14.220]
[02:14.220]Rationing the sacred human remains of 
[02:16.936]Those who once condemned this place
[02:19.600]Centuries of decadence caught up
[02:22.017]Bringing the end of all mankind
[02:25.308]
[02:25.308]They will never stop their foraging
[02:29.019]In the search for finding new remains
[02:32.500]They will never stop their foraging
[02:35.800]In the search for finding new remains