Letras:
Acrostichon Engraved In Black

There's no turning back Back out of life Life's adversity A grotesque contradiction Drowning in hope Hope gets distorted Distorted mental state Feel

here Giant wooden statue Filled with criminals Exterior beauty Hundreds will die tonights Smell of burning flesh Entering my brain Skin turns to black

I set my foot in my cottage Eyes attracted by human debris Floorboards covered in spinal fluids Oozing liquid putresence Open the fridge; gory sight

Walker of worlds Filled with men Celtic tradition Human forms will burn Grotesque male formed starue Structured maze of wood Hundreds die by fire Human

We fight on this field of honour Maimed bodies everywhere We mystify our feelings Thinking anyone cares This mystical sphere Malice of the mind We will