[music: Golab / lyrics: Cyjan]
Tear your empty soul apart,
In the name of the holy gore.
Flesh is gone, soul is gone,
Existence gives belief for the dead,
Uncertain step without a chance of life,
Rips your fucking health off,
Mouldy worms excrete product of emaciated microbs,
Prince of circulation of the blood commands to stop.
It causes loss of the mind - it's name is pain,
It destroys flesh - it's name is death,
It builds revenge - it's name is hate,
It vomits bile - it's name is gore.