Crosing the nebula of life
We summon the notes of death
Together in an neverending battle
Against the armies of the
same
Harvesters of criticism
Defending their weak brains
From the inevitable truth
Hiddin their lack of
intelligence
Crosing the nebula of life
We summon the notes of death
Forever in neverending battle
Defeat the armies of
the same
We worship art of aggression
An opened Death Metal Quasar
Whos power is untouchable
For those primitive
ones
(Shadows of the warriors remains
As the Death open the gates
In different wiew of spectar
Our souls reunite the
eternal quest
Illusions of the madness prevail
In those minds under the veil
Closing their eyes afore their fate
Victory of
Death ends their quest)