This depraved history tells me
When the gods will be k**ed
Open your mind to my world
Open the door of your soul
And tell me how I can make it
And tell me how I can k**
Don't be keen...you can cry if I would
Feeling a lot of colours /
Feeling to lot of disorders/
Of the conduct from my slave
Pain / it's good, the pain is god
This is the impetuosity of my being
This a pleasure for me
The pain create slaves...
Open your mind to my world
Open the door of your soul
Dark and damp is not wrongful
This is your condemnation
Seize and run, it's not the path
You can tread my head
You couldn't tread my mind
All sins, they're boring me
All gods have their devils
All sins have their punishment
I'll be free when you die
A Single man can make something
A single man can make nothing
If I would, can you try?
If I would, you can die
This freedom is wrongful ,ba*tard
This is your f*ck condemnation
It's not the path
THIS IS YOU!!!
Feeling a lot of cries
Feeling a lot of disorders
Of the conduct from my slave
Pain is good, the pain is god
This is the impetuosity of my being
This is a pleasure for you
PAIN!
SLAVED!