It has begun! What wait for? Eternal war… Blood… The time is gone... In what you trust? There is no more... Gore… Death sings own bloody ode Which intended for being of yours Grief is only what you can feel Your life - her thirst The reaper swings his plait Tears the leather rot away By terrible lust you endure again Your horrifying leave to pure suffering Torture's blow - great affair Here the human way is torn off The rage and wrath Pain which you bear And your soul now In trap