Terraform Songtext
von Fit for an Autopsy

When the world is empty of souls, it will become so clean

Silent death
Assimilation
Hammers of seven hells fall from above


Settle the final debt, forced adaptation
Void of regret, absent of love
Subdue the lands until they bow at the broken will of man
Inescapable fate
The earth will swallow all that it can, until it finally reclaims the hell we create

When the world is empty of souls, it will become so clean

Terraform

Annihilation, the human curse
Worthless warnings, terror swarming
Self preservation, ancient rebirth
Endless mourning, terraforming

Silent death
Hammers of seven hells from above