Songtext von Coffin On Coffin

This could be the fortress of new hate Based on lustration, based on hate A lack of mind, a lack of sense Unfold the flag, symbol of knowledge The Antipriest of death, likes whales followed Into what's gaseous, into their grave if we must cleanse, so be it Roused, plagues Tribal instinct, need to kill Altered in madness, the principle is pure To survive is to eat Weak are we, blinded we seek Coffin on coffin, you'll be Torn apart, no rest in pieces Scrutiny for purity, the flesh is all the same Bigger than life, closer to death Reform now conform now Mourn, for there will be no dawn Inhale death's breath