Из альбома: Internal Caustic Torments
From the soul to the living dead
Abrupt the development of a gloomy day
The day has the ability to be dead
He can destroy the past
And the gloomy side to Abandon the holy soul
To quit the dead
In their graves
If they not give
The holy soul
Are the dead coming up And will the living
We must defend us With rites, the cross and
Burning corpse
In an old rotten building
He is blessed to the ground
From beyond
Is the gloomy serious
Before it transforms
To lure, to corpse
And found the guilty
No one has defied at all