Warhound - Bone Chilling Gust Lyrics

Oh the begetter of vile creed
The insidious incarnation of greed
Bewitching the children; agents of avarice
Cognitive dissonance serves your selfish need

From earth's core; mine more and more
Programmed tools of flesh and bone
Bounded by the code, enslaved forevermore
Souls locked in the jungles of stone

I am the grave reminder of demise
I'll stir the dread of death from inside

A day will come in your earthly lifetime
As the cosmic karma I shall hunt you down
Set you free from petty human pride
For what goes around surely comes around

I am the tempestuous wind that chills your spine
I will claim the price of your wasted conscience