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 -  Fucking 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