Pain traversing body, silent squeal

Is coming from a cracked ground

Vultures with bloody wings

Are waiting for their victim

No forgives, no revival

Corpse without ideas, without dreams

Worm desert's wind

Burns up dries lungs

Where is his help - lying carcasses

Food of dead, dirty soul

Revival, lie of book of fools

No existing world of illusion

Worms, rolling live body

Fake god, will never die

Dirt of my thoughts will be glue

Connecting bloody pieces of being

- I'm who I'm -

Fucking lie, empty words

Where is your army, your servants

Sing of the demons, lurking

On the edge of the dream's perception

They want to take a breath, look inside

Enter in the middle of the madness

To find a peace? Simply-minding of existing!

Spit off the lies from your rotten mouth

Take a breath of heat, feel the final pain

Lay down in front of your only Master

Hate will be your revival