From the coldest pit of genesis  From an empty (and unlimited) prophecy  I'm coming searching  To satisfy my thirst    From your worst darkened dreams  From your deepest pain  I'm coming out  Your poor souls to lacerate    I need your blood  I cause your terror  I spill your brains out  Oh... I eat your flesh    I enjoy the ugly age with it's true rules  I enjoy what is called life through deaths kingdom    I flay your souls  I spit my venom  I feed the virus  Which make you pigs    The precious crown of obliquity, the entire parody of life  The minimum torment of a fist certifies your unexpected journey    I command the enslavement of every human life  Enslaved and tied from the great tongue of sickness