That cold that feeds my blood, Beholding the dead fortress of conscience, Hold my hand while I stop breathing the flames, My suffered corpse will hit the Ground while you pray for my life. I can live anywhere, Once it be outside my flesh, Yes! I belonged to the nightmare of existence, Finally I've reached the rotting world of god, I can't accept a god bigger than d**h, Feel the sun getting colder, Awake the demons You fed on your cries and laments. Revelate them in a stream of endless contempt. Memories will adorn your coffins, An orgy of ma** destruction And unordered thoughts, Mindless and violent ritual, The seed of perseverance that dies in reverence. Chaotic antithesis described in a book as salvation, Denying the image of a god That no longer deserves being adored, Sculptured in world that forgot to be buried.