1. A Gruesome Display

Gruesome display of victims
Of the age of extermination
Testimonies of eyewithnesses
Skeletonized bodies

Get to know the truth
Believe in bloody totalitarianism –
– Sickness of the times
In which we are to live

Feel the taste of T.N.T. –
– A synonym of power
Of demented kings, of this world

Hundreds of thousands suffering
Unjust deaths
Bursting arteries of bodies burnt alive
The scream is almost heard
A groan of tormented souls
Heading for nowhere
Avoiding their assassins

A gruesome display

A gruesome display
There are heads hanging on the walls
The bones crunch under your feet
Great is the force of memory
Punishing the guilty for their deeds
Posthumously vindicating
(Punishing for deeds)

Touch the truth
Open the hidden tombs for the world
Open your eyes to the past

Touch the truth

2. Unable To React

My existence
Life – mixed up with death
Obvious union
As is the first into the second
A fist pressing in...

I am only
The unuseful garbage here
>From the day of my birth
As if I have a sewage
I let everything
Go through myself

Unable to react
Unable to react

Fixed to a place
Far away from the noise
Of the civilization
I suppress hate in myself
The hate to everything
That moves on

Unable to react
I am something not important
Apart from all the norms
I continue to exist
In the only world

Unable to react
Unable to react
Unable to react

3. Suffocated In Slumber

Suffocated in slumber
I won't manage to return to the living
Floating suspended in a void
Detached fom reality

Dull light comes through the window-panes
Any contact is impossible
I can't distinguish between night and day
I am the outcast

Faces are more and more distant
Objects consumed by their own outlines
Depression grows around
Tightening persistently on my neck

If you know my destiny
Let me guess
How many days are left
Before I burn like waste

Suffocated in slumber
Suffocated...

I once believed in the rubbish
Fostered by dignitaries
I let them lead me like a child
Here I am but I ceased to be
Suffocated in slumber

Suffocated in slumber
Suffocated...

4. A Deep Scar

There's a deep scar inside me
I was hurt twenty one years ago

I know the time heals scar...
I know that one can forget...

I know the time heals scar
I know that one can forget many things
But I can't
I steel feel the same

Deep scar
Deep scar

Various cases are out of control
On callings for you with a desperate voice
I'm falling on my knees

The situation has just appeared
And there's confusion in it
Little pieces stick in my heart
The faith's hesitating

Moments of doubt are coming back to me

Deep scar
Deep scar

The bitterness is the bread
The ope died a long time ago
Where are those
Who took away from me?

5. Swallow The Murder

Could I kill my brother?
How is it to take someone's life?
What does the victim feel then?
Do these questions make sense?

Swallow the murder

We slay for ages
Kill each others
Justified by authorities
By the alleged rightness of the case

Slay the unborn
Slay for pleasure
Slay for money
Slay naturally

Taking someone's life
Is like swallowing your own saliva

Crusades were once lead
Now wars are daily bread
Fanatics level off
These followers of violence
Another shot is fired
Just around the corner
Yet another manslaughter

Swallow the murder

6. Words Of Hate

I wouldn't believe
(If I didn't know you)
That you can fall so low
When satisfying your animal instincts
Becomes the very goal

Every man is a master of himself
Is respomsible for his own life
So when you loose your soul
There's no one to blame but yourself

What has remained (when I look at you)
Is a walking carrion
Decaying flesh on human frame
Walking carrion – hard to identify

You have destroyed your body and mind
Is masochism unrestricted?
Slave to the foolishness
The life you ruin just ain't your own
But those of your loved ones as well

Expected no mercy
It was your fucking choise
It was your fucking choise
For which you're gonna pay

The suffering that you caused
Is difficult to express
So the moment you pass away
Will be my moment of bliss

7. Tools Of Mutral Harm

False looks
Every more calculated
Lie is the point of reference

Accomplishment through tricks
Is always justified
We keep on looking for different ways
To harm each other

Tools of mutral harm
Unconscious damage
The only stimulus to act
Is money and vision of power

Endlessly absorbed
In the obsession of possession
Further and further we blunder
Into the alley, drawn asunder

Lies, frauds
False, tricks
We all sink
In our own shin

Reference – lies
References – frauds
References – false
References – tricks

Tools of mutral harm

8. Dust (Kill Me)

When the light disappears
And all the brightness ends
A daybreak won't be the oracle
...and the last
Of the lasts
The time'll raze to dust...

The filthy word
Shouted out by the sick mind
It'll stick in shapelessness
Like your breath washed out
By the contempt

I don't want to wait for it
So kill me
Through I don't want to die
But kill me

I hide my face in palms
And sin in dirty conscience
I want look any more
I no more look with blasphemy

9. ...Bloodshot Eyes

Something emerges from my back
Trying to humanize my feelings
Doing its best to help me out
Of the chasm of negative emotions

Whoever it is
It seems to modify
Remove imperfectly working elements
Burst fetters binding the soul

Jealousy tangles hair like a mouth
Envy twists fingers
Anger in clenched fists
Hatred in bliidshot eyes

Anger in clenched fists
Hatred in bliidshot eyes

I gave vent to fatal impulses
On account of which I suffer now
So many burnt bridges around
Almost improbable to step forwards

I can observe a slow change
I am ot anxious to punish the guilty
I don't hold the blind in contempt
I shake off the infected skin

Anger in clenched fists
Hatred in bliidshot eyes
Anger in clenched fists
Hatred in bliidshot eyes