vision of power
Confirmed by lunacy
Driven by anger
No signs of secrecy
Rely on what they want
Or what has not been seen
future so desperate
Unfold yet still to be 

For the blood on my hands
Riders of death
Rely on what they want
Of what has not been seen 

contact of power
Deformed by purity
Perfume of hatred
Dismal atmosphere
I am what is left of it
I am their history
future so desperate
Untold yet still to be 

The silent howling provoked conspiracy
Malicious vagnancy
The silent howling... it has not yet been done 

Scraping the flesh of nature
For this has not been told
Artificial empathy 

Beast of burden... for this has not been told
Mandate of vilence... for this has not been told [bad word] of art... for this has not been told
Malicious deformity 

Path of no return
Together as one [bad word] of the realm
To where the demon has won 

The silent howling
The silent howling
The silent howling 

Path of no return
Together as one [bad word] of the realm
To where the demon has won 

vision of power
Confirmed by lunacy
Driven by anger
No signs of secrecy
Rely on what they want
Or what has not been seen
future so desperate
Unfold yet still to be