Letra de Infernal Centuries

My Mind makes the soul burn with hate and repugnance Hypocrite falses I will kill them with fatal cruelties Every day something dies in us rotting ours being Malefic voices whisper infernal centuries in mine years Lust Poverty The hell is here Brutality, Tragedies The death is for come My thoughts became reality in this world I feel hate as a death fearless warrior Destroying everything that crosses my path together will the spirits slaughter, pleasures With candles I see my soul covered in blood In my dreams it is cold and dark Opus The immensity and us Just an hallucination in a dream