Texty: Trapped Under Ice. Skeleton Heads.

There is no peace within yourself. Only burning spirits in your living hell. Evil works in your favor, but judgement time has come. No saving grace.

When it comes face to face, you're faceless. In the name of your faith, you're faithless. Burning are the spirits that you've deceived, among the people you burn.

There is no peace within yourself. There is no peace in your living hell.

I do believe that every man will pay for his sins. And i pay, and i pay, as you slip through the fucking cracks. So let the pain begin.

Nishinga, motherfucker

(Thanks to Zac for these lyrics)