Besedila: El-Thule. No Guts, No Glory. The Growl.

You're sick 'bout the humanisation
Feeling out of your dimension
Hate Is Natural
Bringing all of human thinking
It's like a nervous shitball stinking
Hate Is Natural
It's natural for me

Sweet,sweet devil eyes
Blood I've never cried
You've wasted it all
Your time has never come
Let's turn off the light and born again
Don't choke your growl
Deeper...

Searching colours of your interior life lymph
She dreams the hands for no-exist
Hate is natural

Fetch and carry of your fucking white shell
You can't find the reason of your desperate request
Hate is natural
It's natural for me