歌词
Constant suffering is imminent
The rope is set for each
Doom to a lost divinity
Foreign is the elite
The eyes of misery
Focus directly through me
Introspection through the hermetism
The sight of the oracle
Has been harvested on me
Thought control as discipline
Their bodies remain brisk
Through them in orden to kill
Pursue it attentively
Introspection through the hermetism
The sight of the oracle
Has been harvested on me
The target is waiting to succumb
Doom to a lost divinity
Foreign is the elite
The eyes of misery
Focus directly through me