Filth of ages floats
Like the burning soil
 [bad word] [bad word] harvest
The [bad word] where my blood boils
Empty is eternity
Realize what"s left
Falling down, hollow soul
I beg for quicker death

I fear the time [bad word]  the age of another light
Texture burned beyond my soul, I crawl onto the night
State of grace, bleeding eyes, life [bad word] to this
Forsaken past, forsaken future, clench my broken fist
Harvest...

Visions of the future
Like my nightmares in the past
Nothing fades to lesser
Going nowhere fast