The Innards and Shadows

From birth to death
 We march between cruelty and madness
 Only the dead saw the end of war and felt the pride of victory
 Desolation-stained landscapes emerge from the wrath
 And apocalyptic storms
 The Wolves are loose, loyal and fearless beasts
 A grotesque howling wind
 Snakes follow shadows crawling in union with darkness
 With each loss of my skin
 I feel
 That I am closer to divine transformation
 Kneel down and your unbearable shame will end
 With serpent scorn eyes thou shalt be
 Unlight by the shadow of the complex darkness
 Feel my daggers cut the stigmatized flesh and the impure blood
 That covers my face will now be a river of gnosis that runs free
 From birth to death, we march between cruelty and madness
 Only the dead saw the end of war and felt the pride of victory
 Desolation-stained landscapes emerge from the wrath
 And apocalyptic storms
 From birth to death, we march between cruelty and madness
 Only the dead saw the end of war and felt the pride of victory