Conjuring the impulse of fear
Feeding on the anguish of others
As the last witness dies
Two streams lead into the void
Scathing the tension alone
As fish drowning in water
Unfaithfully denying
The black October's dawn
Blind eyes crying over
A rewardless moment of purity
Interorganic bodicide
This cold feels right
The weeping shall perish
Omitting the prime distance
To the circle of plagues
Awaiting the silent flood
The tyranny of the haunted
Compulsive in their extinction
Fueled by the logics of nova secta
Disparage the stumbling
Among dying cattle struggling for release
(As) the cold sword of vengeance
Perpetrates the finishing act