Expression Of Horror کے بول

Pain traversing body, silent squeal Is coming from a cracked ground Vultures with bloody wings Are waiting for their victim No forgives, no revival Corpse without ideas, without dreams Worm desert's wind Burns up dries lungs Where is his help - lying carcasses Food of dead, dirty soul Revival, lie of book of fools No existing world of illusion Worms, rolling live body Fake god, will never die Dirt of my thoughts will be glue Connecting bloody pieces of being - I'm who I'm - Fucking lie, empty words Where is your army, your servants Sing of the demons, lurking On the edge of the dream's perception They want to take a breath, look inside Enter in the middle of the madness To find a peace? Simply-minding of existing! Spit off the lies from your rotten mouth Take a breath of heat, feel the final pain Lay down in front of your only Master Hate will be your revival