No weapons on plastic hands
the weapons are for the raiders
of the Black Oceans


To blowout blasphemy
into the air, for the human race!!


While some await
the dawn

we're trying
to everlast
in this night


Holding Swords
and iron peaks

that belong to our
fists and souls


Living-to hear violent simphonies
Breathing-distorted harmonys
Blackened minds and blasphemy

while others are lambs
eaten by the wolfs