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