The sour blood in their bloodstreams... Raped spirits - a bleeding mess The sole survivor screams And takes his violent death Voices from the other side Voices from the other side Without flesh, without blood Ribless and skinless - Something dead convulses with tortures One faith - one god There is nothing to fall back on. Like the pigs in a slop - they are the humbled creatures One face - one god There is nothing to fall back on. Like the pigs in a slop - they are the humbled creatures The sour blood in their bloodstreams... The sole survivor screams... Voices from the other side Voices from the other side Let 'em in to your dying mind.

Merciless heart of the assassinator Who has no compassion and has no rue. He feeds my fears, worships my flesh His eyes are full of insanity His sins are the nasty gash Teeth are like the razors stick into my throat, Til it bleeds, til I drop, to the last drop of my blood. Slaying for karma Desperate attempt To open the gates of Hell. Misanthropy and hate That are locked in metal chain. He feeds my fears, worships my flesh... Claws are like the needles dig into my skin Sudden attack becomes my phobia, my paranoia! Teeth are like the razors stick into my throat, Til it bleeds, til I drop, to the last drop of my blood. Slaying for karma Desperate attempt To open the gates of Hell. Misanthropy and hate That are locked in metal chain. The predator's assault - Instant death awaits me here. Postmortem - descent into obscurity. Slaying for karma Postmortem - There's no justice. Human or beast of prey. Desperate attempt To open the gates of Hell. The final breath is a real stunner I was chosen by death - slaying for karma.

We start dying the moment we're born, All resistance is vain. Repentance goes to the bone, Pray louder, but god will not hear your pain... Disorders - commotions inside our heads, We are exposed, we're accessible to death. Disasters - heaven is full of mud , Put up your hands as though begging - This is your symbol of god... Symbol of god Disorders, commotions inside our heads, We are exposed, we're accessible to death. Everlasting salvation - misleading the whole mankind, We are not ready to lay our lives On the line for this symbol of god... We start dying the moment we're born, All resistance is vain. Repentance goes to the bone, Pray louder and god will hear your pain... Lashes - burns and lacerations Pretend and spit a blessing out. Accept this world of desecration, This tomb is our symbol of god. Accept this world of desecration, This tomb is our symbol of god.

Shrine of death Sepulcher of odium Pregnant with a monster Of insatiable craving for blood He's learned to look and hear - hear Grovel on your knees And beg for mercy Fresh blood - painful cuts They are locked up inside, waiting to die! Their eyes are filled with fear - fear Trails of blood on the road of slaughter Just one road to vengeance. Die! Die! Die... Demon of delirium is Your mental disturbance. What's wrong? And what's right? When death will find its place in all of us... We are the victims of hysteria - hysteria Trails of blood on the road of slaughter Just one road to vengeance. Die! Die! Die... Blood soaked revenge.

Souls are the random servants Inside our rotting shells. Reliable repository of the sins. Gods were doomed to torments, Left without faith The rivers of lives turned into fire winds. Is the soul creator or destroyer? There is no telling... How can I tell? Body is a prison for the human rage, A temple of diseases, a refuge for revenge. Nothing but repugnance and blood feud People are creators of their disruptive mood. Death is revelation for the puny hearts, Oasis for the wanderer, a prayer for the gods. Stony mask of apathy and wounded pride But it's an unbearable pain inside... Relentless sand storms Are the resource of human bones. Death valley for the warrior race. Did our hands create that or destroy that? I think I know - they created this Hell. Are the souls creators or destroyers? There is no telling... How can I tell? Ruins of the nation Ruins of the war Ruins of the civilizations. Wastes of the human lives. Ruins of the nations. Where discretion dies. Ruins of the nation. Ruins of the waaaar

A row of grey faceless figures are haunting me, Hoping my soul's dead inside, those arms me in. More dead than alive, there's no reason for their existance, Hysterical blindness occurs in a time of decline. Mutilated faces Enchanted by death. They're looking for the traces Of the past tangible wealth. The world now is on its knees Choking with blood. Howling in our tears, It wades through the mud. A screaming mod flays rotting corpses, Facing the enemy. Exhausted souls dissolve in voices And suffer in agony. Painful death is a dream for agony. The crowd is hungry And ready to torn me to shreds. I hear the voice is angry Over my head... 'Get out or be dead!' Their eyes are empty, And faces frozen in irony. My thoughts are getting frantic... Suffer in agony! My mind benights me My thoughts destroy me.

Lifeless ground Which is covered with the gore. A faint sound of devastation That foretells a ruthless war Let there be a total desolation! What caused the planet's death? The Universe keeps silence... Invasion force occupied the space And threatened us with violence. Divine retribution left deep scars On a surface of bloodstained Mars. Some of those who have left the dying Earth Will be killed by Mars with no remorse.... Lifeless ground Which is covered with the gore. A faint sound of devastation That foretells a ruthless war Let there be a total desolation! Never forget in whose hands you will die by Assassinations and outrages... This planet has no more chance. Assassinations and outrages Is this the end Of bloodstained space? Divine retribution left deep scars On a surface of Bloodstained Mars. Some of those who have left the dying Earth Will be killed by Mars with no remorse... Bloodstained Mars

Hands are covered with blood You must conquer something inside Your dawning consciousness The bleeding fist became a beast ... Antagonist! Ahhaharr... Go!! Schizophrenia is a real foe You can't fight your fear anymore. Its eyes devours you Like starving worms What your fear is? A putrid sack of bones. Antagonist!! Anta-go-nist! Schizophrenia is a real foe He made it clear - he is beyound your control Its eyes devours him Like starving worms What he is up against? He doesn't really knows. Hands are covered with blood You must conquer something inside Your dawning consciousness The bleeding fist became a beast ... Anta-go-nist!!

Day turns to night as I rise from my grave Black was the hole were I laid Stalking the city to seek out your blood I love when it showers from my blade Your body is so pretty but how will it look When my perverted lust is stilled No one to save you no parents or friends Because they've already got killed My only aim is to take many lives The more the better I feel My only pleasure is to hear many cries From those tortured by my steel The colour of your blood from your open body Is all I wanted to see Tasting the blood from your lips as you die Means satisfaction to me Pleasure to kill Hear my heartbeat as you see me upon you Tears in your eyes I do not care Listen now to the motor of my chainsaw Open your eyes don't be scared Look into my eyes do you see any love? The only thing is agony Now I can't wait to give you the good pain Die now and be free My only aim is to take many lives The more the better I feel My only pleasure is to hear many cries From those tortured by my steel The colour of your blood from your open body Is all I wanted to see Tasting the blood from your lips as you die Means satisfaction to me Pleasure to kill Now that my mission is done Your body forgotten has been killed I return to the cemetery And my bloodlust is stilled My coffin is open for me I lay down and rest Nothing will set me free And so I kill until excess Day turns to night as I rise from my grave Black was the hole where I laid Stalking the city to seek out your blood I love when it showers from my blade Your body is so pretty but how will it look When my perverted lust is stilled No one to save you no parents or friends Because they've already got killed My only aim is to take many lives The more the better I feel My only pleasure is to hear many cries From those tortured by my steel The colour of your blood from your open body Is all I wanted to see Tasting the blood from your lips as you die Means satisfaction to me Pleasure to kill