A Backdoor pulse

Dangerous moods are going through my brain

And I’m trying to stop shivers laughing

Sharp impulse

Strong abuse to destroy with hate

In my feeling is upon to get started

Hatred grows

Struggle on

Murder in bloom between my hands

Bloody crimes awaken my senses

Distorted grooves

I know the tools of the trade

Creeping plague despair’s cries to get louder

Shout Shout Shout

Your fury, fury

Cry cry cry

Listen to me...now

Your soul stands proud

Hypnotized

Deadly masks gloomy toys

Broken hearts pleasant noise

Mocking smile, dreadful joy

Languid eyes, dephts of blood

Shout Shout Shout

Your fury, fury

Cry cry cry

Listen to mе...now

Shout Shout Shout

Your fury, fury

Cry cry cry

Listen to me...now

A furious Angel swoops down likе an eagle

Shaking him says

Love without making a wry face

Such is love! Respect the glory of God

That is the truth, Relight your ecstasy

The Angel punishes the man with his giant fists;

But the damned one still answers: I shall not!”

Drowning the past in mouth of ghosts

Stick pins in the side of the betrayer

Creep desire for final blow...ooow

Show me how your change occurs

Give lifeblood to cruel flashes of senses

Do sparkle in the sun a pile of bones....ooones

Dethrone the grief in his mind...spreads in your hands true blood

Fill up the void in your heart...tramples his limbs with scorn

In your chest will resound his sobs

From the crash of your wrath he will be martyr

Clear his name will be your final thought