[Gionata June '02] Strangled - By the strength of your poison made man Tortured - By the absence of air consumed by everybody else Tormented - By an ancient plan of gaining space Crucified - By the idea of man you can't understand . Waiting for the storm It's time to put an end To love and happiness Present is so cruel A retribution of madness Marching on the storm Going ahead without piety Freedom is hunting me In this blackest cloudy sky Leave your mortal life behind... Drown yourself in a world... of nothingness entwined. Possessed - By torments of past memories Devoured - By an hunger of centuries ago Explosion - Is the sound of chains broken Infection - Is the living hate through my veins I am what you can't control I am fire in its purest form I am built with the sound of anger I am what you can't complain I am water blue and drained I am built with the spine of horror Waiting for the storm Disease in spiral downwards What I felt in that moment in time Marching upon an altar, made of flesh and bones An abyss of fury, instead an age of reason I'm getting my freedom back, paying with your sun I'm getting my freedom back Paying with your sun