Released on 2001

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I survived time and death to meet you

To be sure you'll forget but, me, I didn't

You buried me too fast but here I am

And now guess who is here tonight?


From his bloody mouth, he spits a venomous hate

He is a broken doll, his eyes are blackened holes

He is the puppet of the night that cuts the strings of your life

Drugs shine in his eyes, he's not afraid to die


He is the toxic living dead

Woken up to bring your end


He is the toxic living dead

A new false prophet

Has risen from the infinite space


He's standing proud and alone though the darkest times

Like a morbid toy, he's poisoning your children's soul

He is the one that you admire through his burning breath of zombie

He is a black entity of alcohol and death

He is an ancient king, calling the masses to follow the contagion

His fingers are claws, it's the last thing you'll know

Sickness too far driven has bred the spawn

A new false prophet rises at dawn

A new false prophet

A new false prophet


So you see what evil you breed, making my life a hell

It will be the last thing you know

My feeble shell has died and you'll soon see

What profit I can get from it


His nails are black and broken

The new false prophet


I survived time and death to meet you

To be sure you'll forget but, me, I didn't


He has the stench of death, smelling like sickness

All life will blacken and rot, his art is a plot

Covered with mud and rags, no one knows his age

Wrapped in an angel cadaver, he is the masses' leader


He is the toxic living dead


He is the toxic living dead, woken up to bring your end

A new false prophet has risen from the infinite space


He's standing proud and alone though the darkest times

Like a morbid toy, he's poisoning your children's soul

He is the one that you admire through his burning zombie breath

He is a black entity of alcohol and death

He is an ancient king, calling the masses to follow the contagion

His fingers are claws, it's the last thing you'll know

Sickness too far driven has bred the spawn

A new false prophet rises at dawn

His nails are black and broken

The new false prophet


So you see what evil you breed, making my life a hell

It will be the last thing you know

My feeble shell has died and you'll soon see

What profit I can get from it


His nails are black and broken

The new false prophet