Pain traversing body, silent squeal 
Is coming from a cracked ground 
Vultures with bloody wings 
Are waiting for their victim 
No forgives, no revival 
Corpse without ideas, without dreams 
Worm desert's wind 
Burns up dries lungs 
Where is his help - lying carcasses 
Food of dead, dirty soul 
Revival, lie of book of fools 
No existing world of illusion 
Worms, rolling live body 
Fake god, will never die 
Dirt of my thoughts will be glue 
Connecting bloody pieces of being - 
I'm who I'm - 
****ing lie, empty words 
Where is your army, your servants 
Sing of the demons, lurking 
On the edge of the dream's perception 
They want to take a breath, look inside 
Enter in the middle of the madness 
To find a peace? 
Simply-minding of existing! 
Spit off the lies from your rotten mouth 
Take a breath of heat, feel the final pain 
Lay down in front of your only 
Master Hate will be your revival