Besedila:
Inside Conflict Unearthed From Wonderland

Affliction Feeds a dark fate This blood on my hand Is as cold and dark as my soul Mental rape Exhumed phobias From cold ashes I'll reborn To carve

Back to the unknown land of the unborn Extirpate their soul From this dying mold All they will leave here is a bloodstain Imprinted on the parched

born And heard his shouts when you plant your teeth In this larva cranium ?Have you ever tasted The fatty flesh of a whore And torn the skin apart from

I drown my soul Through the depths of an unreal ecstasy A stream of pictures Born from an attractive void A burning spiral The lack of pain generates

I am the leper Born from your bestial desire I am the fire Born from your anger I am the sadness in you heart I am the pain in your mind I am the