The steel grip, which grabbed the rotten throats,
Iron claw moving towards through the withered world.
No more suffering in a place, where it has been,
Void and darkness are only things, that you will see.
Around the neck
With iron fingers -
This time can't forsake
Clouds of dust
Iron fist beats wicked jaws of flesh.
NO WAY OUT
CLAW IS GOING
TO GETTIN' CLOSER
NO WAY TO RUN OUT!
Track Name: Drown
Clouds are gathering and the last light,
Of the hope that tomorrow gonna be bright,
Is crashing like thousands of ships,
In the darkness of sinister riffs.
Lost and forgotten,
I am falling in depth.
It seems to be last moments,
But I’m grabbing my hands.
Abyss gets closer, sky gets above,
This is last chance to get fucking off.
Waves are hitting harder the surface of ark,
In every moment it will become dark.
Only one hope that someone will survive,
To start a new way, with the old strife
Get out of this,
I’m not sure I can
Endless sea surrounds me everywhere,
I don't want to sink, but don't want to survive.
So where is my bright side?
Track Name: Prick
Your every single movement
Shouts that you are
And it's very funny
You can find all fakes and mistakes
In all kind of acts and persons except yourself
When the shitload from your head comes
To critical mass.
I cannot just hold back:
You deserve the fucking scariest death
Your mind is so weak, and words are clean of motivation
That I’m gonna shut your mouth without any exception.
It's endless empty dialogue, which makes me mad much stronger.
Just stop showing up and talking shit
Track Name: Cult
Spending time without a chance
To recognize your real stance.
Seeing red is only way
To hold down, to have your say
Like final pin in coffin cover,
You're hammering sources in a fictional power
Created cult of wealth and stocks
Is the end of your rotten talks.
All the values that you tend
Are just pose and shitty trend.
All recompense to behoove
Is mud that bury you off.