Conversion -

Blasphemies that come from the bottom of our hearts

Traumas and adversities, they feel worse than reality

Decimation, at last the weakest retribution

Our instincts are getting closer, this time a brand new solution

Conversion is not for the weak… our body feels the need…

We necer feel tue truth… One vision from beyond

Pronouncing secret rites… The souls are still in dark

Conversion is not for the weak… You just bleed for your own sins

Rejection, a dirty word expelled from you

No comments from a human beeing, no generosity

Forbidden names, the thoughts, ideas from a cult

A cult that has dwelled into the dark, they’re waiting for their time.