Malicious visions will be the effigy of the past

Slimer tomb was habitated my maggots and flies

The wetting hair by the blood even worse

Flowing through the mouth that beheading head

Brains of innocent covered by sin muds

Incubated worms collected

Higher temps and being to gorguts

No mind to confess and words

Everything all of maggot's done

Everywhere all of maggot's hide

Be sure, had been caught

By the putrefying tentacles

Beware, die, grind

All of them work were their passion and pleasure forever

They put another to death on them throne, into malicious pieces

Open the gates of mindless is the mistery

Looks like the land has no laws

Worship for die

The tentacles has been here to spread the unreleased death

Between the muscles of damned

Growing up out of the tentacles slimer

Having the instinct to kill

Wearing the cloths of rotten pains

Weeping his torn and getting up

The tentacles were be longer

Flying through the black clouds

Burning the sun, bleeding the moon of hate

Tentacles of mindless

The only one of merciless

Broke the cross by the cruel sense

Many reasons to stop them

Many reasons...

Death...where...

This is not a picture

We are already died, death to report

On this massacre land, we have to fight, temptation to erase

Sacrificial blood is nothing than walk with prays, whatever

Once more pain used to kill the illusions

No one can't stop our sickness