Awoke from the earth
 vengeance from the silent ones
 Rise to the malevolence in his eyes for the right
 Burning a path
 Marching towards an epitaph
 It lays fires in the wake of the [bad word] and the art
 The art

 The art, bow to the arrogance

 Flesh gears start to turn
 And the nightmare begins anew for you
 So pray to the emptiness in the gods for your life

 The art, beg for the punishment
 In the grind
 Ground into nothingness

 Forced into [bad word]  can you
 Show them where the empty gods lie

 Weak are falling prey
 Smell the burning of the innocents
 Captured like some rats, they are screaming for their lives
 And out from the gods [bad word] the silent hand of nothingness
 Doing nothing, saying nothing, wheres your faith now

 Human ashes fall like rain
 curse for the empty gods, you are all a lie

 Lost and alone in the emptiest kind of [bad word]  Lost and alone you writhe