Incarnated marvels simplefied, effects from such a disconsalate kind   Impotence of the once so perfect living, erase and rewind      Stand rigid for the next battle, peace means reloading your guns   The love for life is all hatred in disguise, a carnival creation with masks undone      In search for the guideliness to the gateways of sin   Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind   Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth   Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies   An abyss womb strech wide open, exposed to retaliate      (chorus:)   With the stigma feasting on your flesh as I wish you well, thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin   Worshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell, what on earth possessed you      Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues   Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception   Testimonial suffiency declaring numbess of all perceptions      Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface   And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect   With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil   Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin      Left are the kings of the carnival creation, carrying out of the echoes of the fallen      Sense the withering eternity as it fades away, the ultimate graceskess voyage of all times   Only death will be guarding your angels, silently   Cripples joining arms in clamour, institionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted