We are sinners in the lost dimension
No hope within reach
For time is passing us
Then there is no turning back
The gods and their false promises< br/>The kings and their unfaithful servants
The punishment is without limits
A poor soul
The streets bleed
Virgin blood in cascades
Destroyed distorted individuals hanged ¥ påler
Disease reigns now
Which scenario
An eternal torment a painful time
Oblate in the cerebral cortex
The sign of the beast is the rule
Your time is over
Here you are, here you end up, where are you going?
The knife cuts your throat
Slowly all the pain fades away from her
Suffocated by your mind, then Dead, but risen
Death rules now