Creation inflation, damned and denied
Playing deaths game is the way to survive
Make demons of your own damn corruption
Strike out at life and make your God destruction
Fear not the loathing of others in time
They live a lie
Bring to me feeble and meek
Corpse of the world, life of the low
Burning black, oppressing the soul
Personal games, your mind is a tool
Break the restraints and unsheathe the life
Exist the way you keep inside
Fear not the loving of others inside
They will all die
Open your mind, blacken your heart
Hold nothing back, then take in the dark
Free your hand - blood cleanses the soul
Cut all rope - tie all that deny you
Believe in faith, but where's the faith in you
Give into lust as blood cleanses the soul
Defile - in a mask of seclusion, defile yourself and lacerate your mind