Satisfying My hunger with blood Nothing Will stay but the silence that dominate I imagine your head hanging, Stabbing his cheap speeches. Slaves for the afterlife With one will be suffice Pray to the innocents The Empire Will fall Suppling My butcher shop The pleasure of seeing your bleed Watching families suffer Being Your skin rotten Terrified,homicide, it's just,Suicide With violence crushed your eyes Violence in disguise Fucking lies Lies , The price it's so expensive Being Your skin rotten