Текст песни The Old Worship Of Pain

Old worship of pain, cager to be maimed Moral taints the life, strangled bows mankind Bodies growing sick, celebrate the weak Stained souls to redeem, industry of sins Cross, man's creation Sacrifice, savage self-mutilation Man, self-negation Serve the pain reaching the end Laws, banned desires Shame and guilt nurturing self-denial Rules feed the fire Lust to kill, bodies to expand Sympathy with pain Inner beast restrained Empty bodies faith to humiliate Grains of sand like twisting knives The countdown marks the lives A dead will spins the wheel, hourglass fills Grains of sand eager to fall The pile of dung grows more Stench like fire burns, hourglass turns Nails thrust deep in the ground Hammer strikes unbound Blows like falling rain Enjoying the pain Steep the path, reaching its end Altars brand the land Bare feet taste the shards Meaningless scars