Scorngrain Flesh Means Pain
::Whatta hell am I doing here? –solo::
Fire injected stainless hearts beating fearlessly.
Iron beasts start to gather for the feast of burning fuel.
Roaring engines spreading seeds, sowing grains of death.
Every human being, everyone´ s at the gates of loss.
They are driving people into edge of sanity, leading into mass hysteria.
Using mans own self-destruction, inborn urge to kill themselves.
Flesh means pain.
Flesh is pain.
Orders from a higher level; “- terminate all living things”.
Orders from a higher level; “- Leave nothing alive”.
Mankind turns to slaves and machines become the masters.
Witness total alteration, the funeral of terra.
Conceiving new blood. Breeding new blood. Arranging new blood. Consuming new blood.
With cold massive revolution they´ re writing history.
Terrestrial damnation coming from above.
Heavily loaded killing spree will wipe entire humankind.
They are driving people into edge of sanity, leading into mass hysteria.
Using mans own self-destruction, inborn urge to kill themselves.
Flesh means pain.
