I came here to touch your skin
Consume the taste of empty soul
Young spring in thirsty veins to bring
Where melted steel now slowly flows

And every part that I will take
Will grow on twisted trees like [bad word] They have no chances to awake
Just bleed to bitterness of [bad word] 
What you feel? I can't feel!
What you hold? Hate and cold!
And finally I will
Turn melted steel in gold

When dust has covered your face
And clogged deep inside the throat
They lost your name, your soul, your space
Then squeezed all [bad word] and threw them out to rot 

...everything you got

What you feel? I can't feel!
What you hold? Hate and cold!
And finally I will
Turn melted steel in gold