in the mist of the messes
new breed was born
..
Like a soldier in blood
Nowhere [bad word] ... loud
The lost soul
Another standing proud
Breed!
Beyond the
Creation failed
new take to humans
Breeding on your very hands
Guts made with skin
... made of bones
it made him proud
Removing the clouds
Destend strive to blink with their eyes
Protected to grow under the skin
Without any colors [bad word] its face
To conquer and win with all its grace

You know when [bad word] His voice will be loud
Laughter for some*
.. music ...
Beyond the demons
The creation of time
new type of human
...
...
No need to explain
...
new ... to life