Signs of the Swarm - Hymns Ov Invocation

Beginning to speak in tongues
I can hear them whisper
Patterns of ridicule haunt me as the sounds
Of their hatred torment my bitter existence
Haunting my sanity
I will make this suffering end
Birthing hate from their hymns of mockery
As I burn a world of disfigurement
Incessantly lurking
Scanning my every motion