Lletres:
Born From Pain Harvest

Filth of ages floats Like the burning soil Destruction becomes harvest The hell where my blood boils Empty is eternity realize what's left Falling down

flames She smile at the fire Whisper the words of spell Without fear without fright BORN FOR BURNING... She can't feel the pain She gaze at the sky

we ain't done The setting sun, though we ain't done The only one that makes me run The setting sun, though we ain't done With the sun obscured from

fled from its nest It was eager to grow from this sudden reprieve And thus in the woman a life was conceived From the beginning the world was misled As

has hidden herself Their fear born from our hate Kindles fire and ash The dance upon the battlefield And their screams terrify and freeze hearts Praise my sword from

translation): Pissed To The Utter Maximum I was born to kill, to cause destruction To cause pain, modern messiah I spread death, time for the harvest

are within You are within You are crimson, you are midnight blue You have called me to discover You You have warmed my heart of stone You have borne my pain

snap of the noose the crack of the whip the hangman's face is torn in shameless crucifixion a savage nation's born Behold the new messiah, arising from

shall receive: The heat-seeking moister missile Death Pod comes from the sky - it does The day it came, the blood was rain We harvested eternal pain