Testi:
Genesis Genesis

Poetas de la Perfidia, del Arte de ser Decadencia, escupen sobre la Fe el germen fatidico de la aversion. Maestros de la Plegaria, arquetipos de la decencia

Infecunda, senil catequesis de la credulidad infrahumana que en la vaga niebla del destino depositas la ingenua confianza; conviccion extraviada y hambrienta

Soy la mano que asfixia a los enfermos y el artista genial que esculpe llagas; soy la fuerza que empuja cada daga, y el gusano que viola a cada muerto

Victims that were sentenced to the cruel caress of the Flames of Redemption... Humiliation and tears that looked for justification in the most absurd

The birth of man was the birth of Hell The wrathful flames dance around my head Falling figures, burning dead A well once filled with flowing water

Bestial lustful killing spree The killer breed appears Inaudible screams from abattoir Ripsaw work in progress Thudding sound of pieces of meat hitting

Exhumed defiled forgotten Inanimate organic fuckdoll Severly bloated rotten Sexual deviant screwball Grotesque to the eyes And cold to the touch Afterlife

A murderer resurfaced My tantrum unbound The killing is inevitable Blood craze delirium With tools of might Escalated screaming Nightmare in sight I

Bones grinding, churning, ripping flesh Unleashing horrid fantasies Frail sickening victims fresh Awaiting the executioner Defaced, skull smashed with