| 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 |