Текст песни Thornsectide - Тиран

You are writing blood, through sweat, and through moans,
Through exhaustion. Voluptuously. Humiliation.
You're crazy again slave, on the lips of frozen frost
Words-orders, commands. No doubt dealers.

Conquer, breaking the will. More passion, sweeter moaning -
Is it possible to desire another?
All around - trophies of screams, tears, chains, animal roar
Ceremonies in the proud loneliness of tyrant.

All is yours! And you are satisfied,
The heart is angry breathing,
Lust eternal, you are sick to her -
Thirst will be infinite.
There are no equal to you
Medium for living
And you are almighty
Curse the gods.
Your last enemy -
Your reflection
And this battle
You lose.

Flesh to flesh, and ash to ash -
So stupid, and ridiculous - hopes
In the eyes of others, the next.
The taste of victory - fed. Now Presno.
All that body.
Now boring like clouds -
And madness takes her ...