This could be the fortress of new hate
Based on lustration, based on hate
A lack of mind, a lack of sense
Unfold the
flag, symbol of knowledge
The Antipriest of death, likes whales followed
Into what's gaseous, into their grave
if we must
cleanse, so be it
Roused, plagues
Tribal instinct, need to kill
Altered in madness, the principle is pure
To survive is to
eat
Weak are we, blinded we seek
Coffin on coffin, you'll be
Torn apart, no rest in pieces
Scrutiny for purity, the
flesh is all the same
Bigger than life, closer to death
Reform now conform now
Mourn, for there will be no dawn
Inhale
death's breath