In the thrall of it all
 [bad word] to your grave...

Can you feel sorrow for someone death?
When mind and soul is sucked
Body Bones Blood cannot be moved
And [bad word] personality is like epitaph!
Society your home! 
Job is your honor! (slave!)
In the Thrall of it All
 [bad word] to your grave!
Put in the ground 
And cover with dirt
Sepulcher inside
Silent scream in this pit
Can you feel sorrow for someone death?
When mind and soul is sucked
Body Bones Blood cannot be moved
And [bad word] personality is like epitaph!

What a [bad word] am I doing here?

 [bad word] to your grave, slave!

Underneath remains only 
Guns, opinions, bones and money
Swarm of locust will be your 
Angels, force and killing honor!

Break through this [bad word] 
Jump higher and kill faster!
Your must be easy shaped 
To kill people for yourself and master! 
Killing honor! Bloody purpose!
You must break through it 
And save your real fate!
Only you can do it!  

People [bad word] their own lives
This is master’s opinion  
They must kill yourself for his wishes 
That ever be his minions

 [bad word] this! 

Can you feel sorrow for someone death?
When mind and soul is sucked
Body Bones Blood cannot be moved
And [bad word] personality is like epitaph!
Society your home! 
Job is your honor! (slave!)
In the Thrall of it All
 [bad word] to your grave!
Put in the ground 
And cover with dirt
Sepulcher inside
Silent scream in this pit
Put in the ground 
And cover with dirt
Sepulcher inside
Silent scream in this pit
Put in the ground 
And cover with dirt
Sepulcher inside
Silent scream in this pit