Nordic thunders scare away all what’s left of sanity,
thorn of emptiness haunting me from the inside.
Eyes liquefied, bitter fluid leaving them with nothing but pity.
Demonic face, still burned in my mind, like I can't get you out of my sight.
Whispering lips suddenly summon cries of death.
The engine inside, running on fuel of hatred for man.
But the rotten beast inside will not rest
before our ashes are spread by dear lord Satan.