Из альбома: Unholy
Prison of duality
Haunts the esoteric
In the Father's womb is he
Father am I ready
Penitence and loyalty
Rot beneath the surface
Hatred dipped in cruelty
Fertilise within he
Who forsakes the growth of seed
He who mocks his outcome
Who rejects the history
He who loathes the future
He who has no future
There is no relief in life
Bite the lips that beg and plead
Tie the tongues together
Put your faith in me my sweet
I can blood the river
There is no relief in life
Worldly divine
There's the man that raped the seed
Virtue was his name
Boiled by the rooted need
His decay attained slow
Who forsakes the growth of seed
He who mocks his outcome
Who rejects the history
He who has no future
There is no relief in life