Besedila: Suffocation. Abomination Reborn.

An open book, a will of life
A Gathering of sorts
Strings pull the chord
Contusions unfold
Beneath the dermal layers

Silence uplifts the structure
Nailed and fixed
An ornament to the cause
A slave to his will
Reconstructed to uphold

I will be reborn
Lives ripped and torn
An abomination reborn
Inconceivable power unleashed

Pure evil set forth
To crush the skulls of many
And bend
The will of the unknowing

Sins of his will
Strings pull the chord
Forced upon you
Absorbs into me sins reborn

Strings of his will
Strings pull the chord
Forced upon you
Absorbs into me sins reborn

Bow down before me
Heed my call
Restitution of all sins
Bow down before me
Heed my call
Be delivered through me