| Invocation, the blood peers through my veins | |
| I cannot see the face of eyeless hell | |
| Invocation for the knowledge of the cold | |
| Dark and gray like a machine | |
| Insanity became reality | |
| All fragments endes, embracing time | |
| Releasing shadows as it stops to flow | |
| And slain an amusing lifeless curse | |
| My arms are getting colder | |
| It comes over my shoulder | |
| Something I've never seen | |
| I'm getting to be a machine | |
| My blood stops to flow | |
| My hand, an iron glove | |
| I change my be | |
| I wouldn't be a machine | |
| Incarnation of a further level n fear | |
| A gracious life betrayed by an energetic stream | |
| Incarnation by powers of the unknown might | |
| The evolution of the human race | |
| Insanity became reality | |
| All fragments endes, embracing time | |
| Releasing shadows as it stops to flow | |
| And slain an amusing lifeless curse | |
| My arms are getting colder | |
| It comes over my shoulder | |
| Something I've never seen | |
| I'm getting to be a machine | |
| My blood stops to flow | |
| My hand, an iron glove | |
| I change my be | |
| I wouldn't be a machine | |
| Disinfection of information | |
| Instruction failed | |
| Perhaps, maybe, align | |
| My arms are getting colder | |
| It comes over my shoulder | |
| Something I've never seen | |
| I'm getting to be a machine | |
| My blood stops to flow | |
| My hand, an iron glove | |
| I change my be | |
| I wouldn't be a machine |