Enshadowed - From A Carnal To A Spiritual Fist

From the coldest pit of genesis From an empty (and unlimited) prophecy I 'm coming searching To satisfy my thirst From your worst darkened dreams From your deepest pain I'm coming out Your poor souls to lacerate I need your blood I cause your terror I spill your brains out Oh.......... I eat your flesh I enjoy the ugly age with it's true rules I enjoy what is called life through deaths kingdom I flay your souls I spit my venom I feed the virus Which make you pigs The precious crown of obliquity, the entire parody of life The minimum torment of a fist certifies your unexpected journey I command the enslavement of every human life Enslaved and tied from the great tongue of sickness