Organism - Noise Trail Immersion

The void I escaped from

Next to the answer

The sign of the truth

No forbidden rules to worship

A lighting is singing the noise of this ambitious ritual

The cursed lies of our god are upon us

Fanatics of an useless culture

Deceivers of their word

Fill your void with a cross and you’ll realize that

Everything will disappear in you

May the believers understand their end

Crucified in the name of who created us

A useless waste of human beings

The benefit of a few and the sacrifice of the others

This is the circle of their word

This is a circle of death

Everything falls into the blood of this reign

All their life can’t contain the weight of their wounds

You have to worship your own gloom