Original lyrics
ENSeeds of violence come up again
To finish what they have begun when we
Were not even planned to be born at all
To defile the humans, start the endless fall
Evil torments, rotten flesh,
impaled bodies - cult of death!
The pressure of walls covered with blood,
Ideas from nightmares you never saw,
Manic obsession of cruel massacres
And cleaning the lands of the massives of raw
