Besedila:
Pain Confessor Purgatory Of The Second Sun

Next dawn of rude awakening Can bring me my rage Another sleeps through The change of seasons I follow my flow of emotions And we shall meet again So

This is the world I hate Everything is built by wars with minds of greed We are slaves, our lives not worth living It?s time to kill Kill all your thoughts

again Black swarms of locusts hide the sun Plagued fields of east Tainted grains in the endless field A war is coming again Feeding on sorrow, harvesting pain

mark and make it last Explore every way to excel Nothing will stand in the way of perfection Leave natural weakness behind Greatness comes with great pain

we break our promises Never feel the gall of remorse Now all is gone, death has come for us all A star is born, rise of another sun It burns with Promethean