d**hsound sounds life distant thunder
from inside the tomb
disharmonic are the dying
voices in the moon
At the time of harvest
he will tear the life apart
bloodsoaked is the rusty scythe
the reaper builds his art
Red wrath
is unfold
dead soul
numb with cold
and a call from hell
haunts my mind with spell
now is speaks through me
for his rapture let us bleed
k** your father, k** your brother
k** your neighbour, k** each other
k** the whole humanity, k** yourself
but first k** me