Alastis Slaves Of Rot
A new perception of the world Appears in your mind And you retrieve your instincts On your decision Open gates on a new truth You understand You're only temporary 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 distresses 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 Ill feast on the blackness Of your soul Ill spit on your Lowest supplications No ending, no beginning, I draw My force from your death
