From A Carnal To A Spiritual Fist - Enshadowed

From the coldest pit of genesis

From an empty (and unlimited) prophecy

I 'm coming searching

To satisfy my thirst

From your worst darkened dreams

From your deepest pain

I’m coming out

Your poor souls to lacerate

I need your blood

I cause your terror

I spill your brains out

Oh… I eat your flesh

I enjoy the ugly age with it’s true rules

I enjoy what is called life through deaths kingdom

I flay your souls

I spit my venom

I feed the virus

Which make you pigs

The precious crown of obliquity, the entire parody of life

The minimum torment of a fist certifies your unexpected journey

I command the enslavement of every human life

Enslaved and tied from the great tongue of sickness