You hate hapiness
You worshippers of death
Fighting your kidneys explode

Feeling isolated and ambushed
Life ends in your hands
In your grey hostile war

Death appears new and ferocious
The holy grace agonizes


A broken heart of misfortune
The blood that you spill drips in vain
Opening channels under the earth

Septic veneration

Broken under shredded rags

The souls sob and beg for mercy
In shame are the stains of justice
Horns of sulfur will fall

Harsh journeys carry your feet
Rivers of blood are flowing
All without consolation

Drown in painful lamentation

To ravage all the southern skies

To crack the silence of destiny

Your wish sickens the falling rain

With the blood of your own insides
Your eyes contemplate darkness
Big tears are sliding

On your tormented brain

Septic veneration

Septic veneration