Tekster: Dismember. Where Ironcrosses Grow. Chasing the Serpent.

The day of insanityextending like a dream, the outcast of any tribe is king
Generations drowned in self-indulgence and deceit, mass suicide the liberating end


New gods will be born and killed to live again, religion as it's finest being breached


Monstrous conclusion breaks the surface all to late, heaven as the know it out of reach
Armed and content with the battlefield laid out, delivering the bitter blow
God-fearing, despairing, each prayer a human grave


When darkness is tyrant, never see the light, pay tribute to the overlord
Atheism made out of divine neglect, on the side of angels unveiling the fiend



Fluid system of hatred made flesh, take the consequence of revelations
As the body count is done and surviving priests dispatched, a martyr's nightmare begins


Godless god knows when, fail to evolve while chasing the serpent
Shallow and ashen the foundation of souls

Hollow existence, victimized and scorned