Vital Malice
Текст песни Conclusions

Another Pointless Epic
pouring from the cubical asylum
stock up on rations
and grab the hearse's keys

and on this night
we place upon the foyuers toung
the sadistic speaches
and masachistic skill of
divinity and rage
and to the deities we pray for a new age

the scribes spoke falsly
everything is perverted by free will
given the circumstances

I've got the will to kill . . .


Fuck tears, fuck fears,
fuck silence and fuck years
time is your only enemy,
on the mind we thrive