| And became the time | |
| When the prophecies have been fulfilled | |
| Time that never exist before | |
| All sorts of plague crawled craftily | |
| From the gloomiest places of the universe | |
| Triumph of unreality over reality | |
| Curses are repeated for thousands times | |
| And fool's praying are changing in worms | |
| Animal lust, infected weak minds | |
| Children they children burning atomic pile | |
| All symbols are changed in snakes | |
| Deadly bites for own confessors | |
| Pain is the only law | |
| Ancient awake in own crypts | |
| Hidden in unknown dimensions | |
| Doubt, cry and madness are reigning | |
| Because weak minds are still blind | |
| Thorn in every soul, without exception | |
| Made the stinky abscess | |
| And every "cure" continues endless agony | |
| Pathologies are unwritten rules | |
| Questions pumping poison to the minds | |
| Nobody is able to see the end because he's the end | |
| Although everything is already ended | |
| Only silence left, everywhere | |
| Interrupted by the silent mind on the desert | |
| Bathed in scorching heat from hell | |
| Gods are preparing for the rest | |
| To begin everything once again |