Manipulate the beast, serving, control Swallow the praise of dirt Salvation for me
There is no such thing as salvation
Chaos supreme... Cut out my tongue, and I will tell you the truth It grabs me, it makes me remember the devil... The curse stands as a monument In time, forever... These are the skulls of tomorrow
Kill... fade away And once again I use my knife, This time I cut your bone. Your flesh falls to the ground. Your blood hits my eyes. I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead.
Watch them cry 22 days of struggle. Praise, fight, desire, demand
And we bring you the glory The throne will never fall... No longer dead.
Manipulate the beast Serving, control Swallow the praise of dirt Salvation for me
And we bring you the glory The Throne will never fall No longer dead