Woorden:
Forge Carnal Please Die

this game You just wanted a ride, Now you are blinded by pain... Aren't you dead yet? Please Die... Aren't you dead yet? So hard to kill Please Die

Vertaling: Smeden, Carnal. Gelieve ... sterven.

Casualties, the world turns evil when you lose Blind, my eyes are filled with blood Execute, this world of myths we've built Strangled it, hacked it

We're marching on to the rhythm of the dead We're marching on, our hearts pounding with rage Break those chains, Kill your fears Break that curse, Burn

There is a war inside your head You're losing the battle against yourself So awake the unholy spirit of your soul, Destroy your inner fears and go...

You depend on the power of your soul, Alone in the darkness turning to trash The world falls down on you Everything is black, Your inner flame no longer

Faster and faster, still not on time, cash is the fuel for every one Sice that day we were born 'til the day we die, We learn how to reject a meaning

Pure steaming terror, five decades of decadence, The throne has been conquered, divine power unleashed, With iron and chaos, I turn the land into glory