for our time is running over and you better understand we ain t nothing but a sparkle in a million of flames controlled exploitation and your nations fall a little twist of sacrifice destination loss time holds the strings of this strain consecrating what we did in all this time holds the strings flowing blind crawling forth to find another reason to die mere losers and abusers we are victims of our times let then come the due conclusion to the illusion of life sheer irrelevance and numbness that s what you are so concerned about the structure sick tallow dolls your society is a cancer and your world such a failure i will never be a slave to your laws as above so below for all creation shall now fall celebrate on the war fields of massacre the eve of eternity for the end of humanity is now close at hand nemo dat quod non habet it s on us all the stench of fear so putrid as we march on towards our destination for the conflict never ever ends like the pain inside torn between all extremes till the end of time