In a certain life before you There was a quest A primitive art solution Into your death This is the split of soul You can't protect it Forgotten kind of art is now selected
Is this the answer to a glory life that you've chosen What is the point to await a world deep frozen Now come to see the world in black is this unreal?
Burn down you can't imagine A lost part into the engine
Body count Body count
Cursed in your frustration Forgotten destination A liquid mind is lost Swallowed to rot
Body count Body count
Hate is running through the brain Simply possessed Eternal life erosion That you compress Animated life-control Deformed impulse Provocated genocide Incubated skulls
Is this the answer to a glory life that you've chosen What is the point to await a world deep frozen Now come to see the world in black is this unreal?
Burn down you can't imagine A lost part into the engine