(Lorenzo Partida)  You hate happiness  You worshippers of death  Fighting your kidneys explode  Feeling isolated and ambushed  Life ends in your hands  In your grey hostile war  Death appears new and ferocious  The holy grace agonizes  A broken heart of misfortune  The blood that you spill drips in vain  Opening channels under the earth  Septic veneration  Broken under shredded rags  The souls sob and beg for mercy  In shame are the stains of justice  Horns of sulfur will fall  Harsh journeys carry your feet  Rivers of blood are flowing  All without consolation  Drown in painful lamentation  To ravage all the southern skies  To crack the silence of destiny  Your wish sickens the falling rain  With the blood of your own insides  Your eyes contemplate darkness  Big tears are sliding  On your tormented brain  Septic veneration  Septic veneration