You are a weak soul,
In a dark room your screams vanish,
The terrible sound of the mourn,
corrosive through diluted,
there is no better way to put it,
drowned in a glass of death blood,
you sorrounded with your dead... and shouted to them...

Here, my all me is calling again,
he is telling that not all of this is in vain,
that the corpses pail in the basement,
but the life goes on,
that we breath the same air,
the substance that contains the lair,
your caught in insanity,
Never chaning you true identity.

The death always been here,
the outhgrowth of malignous tumor,
That is your soul,
Stitches closer to the wound,
but the scars are infected

Here, my all me is calling again,
he is telling that not all of this is in vain,
that the corpses pail in the basement,
but the life goes on,
that we breath the same air,
the substance that contains the lair,
your caught in insanity,
Never chaning you true identity

Behind, she crawls again.
Infected brain of ancient memories, arise again
Corrupted she stands alone, but the claws come from me

One foot, one foot at time, I am falling again, sleeping in to elder memory, the isolated breed

HATRED IS ALL I EVER NEED x2

Slayer, of ingravity encounter
Castrater, of the soul you slaughter
Believing in this sicknes, emancipated on a lake of fire,
Forever a false messiah, I have nithing sacred inside of me


You are a weak soul,
In a dark room your screams vanish,
The terrible sound of the mourn,
corrosive through diluted,
there is no better way to put it,
drowned in a glass of death blood,
you sorrounded yourself with your dead... and shouted to them...