There's no turning back Back out of life Life's adversity A grotesque contradiction Drowning in hope Hope gets distorted Distorted mental state Feel
here Giant wooden statue Filled with criminals Exterior beauty Hundreds will die tonights Smell of burning flesh Entering my brain Skin turns to black
I set my foot in my cottage Eyes attracted by human debris Floorboards covered in spinal fluids Oozing liquid putresence Open the fridge; gory sight
Walls covered in bloodstains Door bolted from the inside Bedclothes ripped off Tangled in bloodstained garments Raw mass of human flesh Once it was a
Walker of worlds Filled with men Celtic tradition Human forms will burn Grotesque male formed starue Structured maze of wood Hundreds die by fire Human
Totally controlled It has filled your mind Attracted all your feelings Caught you from behind Keeps away the thoughts From your consious life Removes
We fight on this field of honour Maimed bodies everywhere We mystify our feelings Thinking anyone cares This mystical sphere Malice of the mind We will
