Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants Released
Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance
I am the dirty hand and I?m the filth I am the tongue which drips the venom I am ambition and I?m becoming sin I am desire, the rope of guilt Completion
Cut my flesh, release the blood of impurity Vile stench from these bleeding wounds Silver cold steel rips the flesh apart Reborn through self inflicted
We must get rid of all the wasted piece of flesh We must return to our own true Nature We must reveal the Wrath within us (We must show this world
Metal lancels shining cold Cruel blades drowned in memories of blood and pain Sleepless spirits scream the terror Among the walls of neurotik carnage
Twisted symbols, eternal seals of this earth Nameless shapes, which are carrying the agony Abstract icons remaining silent underneath Holding the
