Roots of my soul temptated
Eyes burned with rusty-glass needles
Jail walls are so hard
Fangs dissolved by fake belief
The try
To steal
The minds
Of ourselves
Frustration
Emanation
In wounds
Of laughing lam
True God
Was gone
Eternity
Ago
Replaced
By fake
Saint corpse
We adore
As slaves we borns
As worms we crawls and burns
Let's celebrate our chains
No more no less remains
Distorted bell
Sounds for God
It knows smell
Of blade in blood
Betrayer God behind
And from inside I died
Internal suicide
The realm of morbid mind