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

You`re only temporar

In this matter`s body



Come on,slaves of rot

Kneeling in front

Of your torturer



Don`t 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

Don`t expect any fellow

And get ready for

Worst anxieties



Come on,slaves of rot

Kneeling in front

Of your torturer



I`ll feast on the blackness

Of your soul

I`ll 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