Текст песни The Abyrne Realness - В клетке

I feel the pain of each,
Those who live in fear and suffering
From animals hands
What people call themselves
Every day is filled with torture and torment.

I do not want to be a creature
What kills for food
Flesh and blood to bear the curse
By depriving them of life

Cut and cut without understanding
Unaware that this death
So easy, so fast
Destroying life

Cast body, mixed with mud
And everyone forgot
We forgot how to kill,
Like tearing flesh

Following blood on their hands
We carry only the only fear
I do not want to be a creature
What kills for food

I imagine that it is not important
The life of the lower creation
Have ye faceless creatures,
We look at it through a plastic world,

Death in the package losing its face
But there comes a time to look at the truth,
How to immediately lose your head and forget
What we have to do with it

Suffering in the cell, in the eyes of emptiness,
Hope lies in their small heart
They expect that only our hand will save us from this horror.
Ready at any moment to forgive all