作曲 : Himsa
divine wind carries the care of creation's hum
 to live in punishment
 a prosthetic arrogance-bewildered infinite
 wrath will touch thee when times strike trails
 left hand path beneath still waters so
 summon in thunder - howling down in vain
 dear departed flee the site slagged - damned
 run for the hills despite the cold neglect, my daunting
 depraving in a land of plenty
 thriving off the zealous degenerate
 glutton summon your prospect of irony
 system overload spearheading the scamp
 I, tormentor, will the crashing derelict