Metamora

Child of destiny descended from the sky
Discover who you are
Soak the thread of fate in the blood of the wicked
Grinning into the darkness this is defilement of earth and
Destruction of its people
Time is standing still around me and I am walking through alone
Show of hands who here knows the taste of flesh?
Raise em high who can tell me how it feels to kill?
Oh how I wish I could say this would all end soon, but
We are the Nematocera, we strike to infect and then pray that you die