The mature age when time has passed
Only fear and pain remaining on this earth...
Nailed hands on the wall is the last thing
they saw
Only fear and pain remaining on the earth...
With tired faces and worn out minds
We've met the dawn of our
lives
Maggots stream in your rotten veins
Drink your blood, and now you die
Listen my story. It's my message
Saving
ourselves we're screaming
But your real face's always hidden in depth
You're living in your time
So spit in his
face
Victims' screams in the dampness of grave
Simple scraps of food for worms
They want to taste your bloody eyes
And
surfeit with your poisoned corpse
As they roar and scream
Fighting for your flesh
Rape your torso and eat your brain
Swarming
masses will the best of your friends
Is it your aim?
Pathetic spirit was only a valour
It was approving meaning of your
heroic life
Remain of brains so many years
When you lie upside down and stay in light
Your life may dispense with empty
dreams
Truth? Is this saint? Cure for me?
You know that you're rotting in the hell
This is your end? Do you hear me?