Spit in a graveyard, after having lived hell  Live at the mercy of an evil gloomy spell    Possessed by an overactive force  Guided through a hole of perversion  Misunderstanding the reasons for this hate  But loving, suffering and demanding ever more    Power from the owner of supremacy  The god of fear is knowing your needs  All the passions you'll have to forget  To become the toy he will get    [Solo guitare]    Your mind is empty and your words have now left  Unable to express like in death    To kill your envy, to possess your soul  Demonic order / shattering road  Let you fall deeper in this sweet kind of hell  Never a come back that soon you can tell