Texty: Bolt Thrower. Cenotaph. Prophet Of Hatred.

Restless sky the time has come
Turn up your brain you body feels numb
Messed[?] in uncerainty what you have become
Twisting your mind it's only just begun

[....]
Resistence[...] from fatality
[...]of your Destiny
[...]

Lost[...] tasted sweet
Terror my hatred is complete
Devour, your soul now he has won
[...]begun

[...]you can[...]

[...]
Sacrifice the blood of a thousands souls
[...]the life I will save


As death shall be what remains
You shall have my remorse
[...]
To control the downfall of man

[...]insane
[...]
[...]what is saved