Son Of Four-hands Way lyrics

Lack of knowledge, sacrifice, passion Ordinary days turn into famished hyenas And I'm their meal Do you will surrender to destiny? The black one descends from the abyss Possessed, entranced, controlled? No! It's her! A hand covering my face A hand holding destruction A hand purifies A hand prays the transformation Nudity removes any illusion Yelps come to my ears but other complaints Other carcasses. Each new victim A new head from her necklace She has no intention of ending the carnage She wants to recreate Death becomes for a better dimension How to get rid from these cursed hands? Her fury silent, it was anything All that remains is despair