Breathing the stench of death

Release soul from monotony of choked life

I am and I'll stay in the attraction of the dark

It's only space of rest

Tracks of peculation, pain of ceremonies

See the look of the beast

Which is dissecting you alive



Chosen way into the pulsing fire

Burning senses prompt the danger



I'm not afraid of the pain, it's the custom

Bloody sunset, I'm killing myself again

Like I'm beaten through with nails

I stay in quad of hysteria



Ripping the angel's heart I find the hidden truth

Anxiety in my heart during pain of ceremonies

Roots of all evil taken deep into the man

Like roots of trees into the ground

I'm living in surroundings which rule



I'm going into pushing fire

Into promptly growing temptations



All my sins before you

Look into my eyes and this will suffice

Living in surroundings which hold my bloody soul

Ripping the angel's heart I find the hidden truth

Those tracks of peculation pain of ceremonies



I'm going into pulsing fire

Into promptly growing temptations