I am at the end of my path
There is nothing behind my back
And here is
My last prayer

Rise from the fire of hateful hearts
Rise from the gore of razored eyes
Tore out from our throats
In clouds of bloody dust

Release enslaved
Throygh their death
Blow up dread seals
Out of our souls

Drag out our hearts
Crash altar stones
Your mess - our flesh
Your greets - our moans