How direct is our will? to breakthrough this strife
Burning passions decisive as the knife
White storms fall as Autumn turns to dust
The engulfing flames Blood of life's lust
Moving against gods with Masks of Hate
Twisting the crippled life with tears of rape
Moving as Gods do hestitate
Bursting the Lying Flesh we suffocate
How direct is our will? To slaughter this strife
Burning passions decisive as the knife
White Storms fall as autumn turns to dust
The engulfing pyre Blood of life's lust
Moving with gods consumed by hate
Burning the crippled life we have unmade
Moving as you do hesitate
Blooming the Vital Flesh we create