A new perception of the world
Appearns in your mind
And you retrieve your instincts
On your decision
Open gates on a
new truth
You undersand
Youre only temporar
In this matters body
Come on,slaves of rot
Kneeling in front
Of your
torturer
Dont you feel that
Through the hatred
The light materializes
From your cries of pain
It comes alive
On your
destrissed it feasts
Come on,slaves of rot
Kneeling in front
Of your torturer
In each being
I guess the
death
And if by mistake
You pass my way
Dont expect any fellow
And get ready for
Worst anxieties
Come on,slaves of
rot
Kneeling in front
Of your torturer
Ill feast on the blackness
Of your soul
Ill spit on your
Lowest
supplications
No ending,no beginning,I draw
My force from your death
Come on,slaves of rot
Kneeling in front
Of your
torturer
