Endshadowed From A Carnal To A Spiritual Fist
From the coldest pit of genesis
From an empty (and unlimited) prophecy
I'm coming searching
To satisfy my thirst
From your worst darkened dreams
From your deepest pain
I'm coming out
Your poor souls to lacerate
I need your blood
I cause your terror
I spill your brains out
Oh... I eat your flesh
I enjoy the ugly age with it's true rules
I enjoy what is called life through deaths kingdom
I flay your souls
I spit my venom
I feed the virus
Which make you pigs
The precious crown of obliquity, the entire parody of life
The minimum torment of a fist certifies your unexpected journey
I command the enslavement of every human life
Enslaved and tied from the great tongue of sickness