Rise And Hate کے بول

Torture of his instinct While his killer meets your eye Twists the form of truth As his ego turns to lies Soft-eyed solution To his heavy-minded vision Chrome soul illusion Incarnate your last freedom Gain the filth Lost down in your head Cold thoughts freezing His vision turns red The dance of your body At the blackening of life Thrown back to nothingness Where the dead lies Disrupted by the power Of his carmatic state of mind Head down turning lower Of the wicked kind Gain the filth Lost down in your head Cold thoughts freezing His vision turns red Closely dying Feeding the ground Your soul getting warmed up Leaving the mind Stand again, rise and hate