1. TASTE MY FIST

Hey bastard! Turn your face to me
Cause I need to hit the right target
You will not have the time to defend your pitful face
The price of your bad deeds will be your teeth!

No time to pray, just simply pay
Like cannon-fodder, taste my fist!

Hey shit! Feel your mouth bleeding
Have you lost now your aristocratic smile?
Do you still believe you are like God?
I haven’t finished with you...

No time to pray, just simply pay
Like cannon-fodder, taste my fist!


2. MEDIA PRISONER

Again the same on air
Another boring confined life...
Who cares this shit?
Is where now TV gains above

Media prisoners

What? They strike porn-sites
When in B.B. there are only tits
Who are they to judge
What is right to watch or not?

Media prisoners

Audience manipulated
They need to criticize life
Brains unactivated
They need spectacularized ways of life...


3. POLLUTED!

Black seas are spreading
Green turned into deserts
Melting ice, sinking shores
This is the new world left by indifference

New world slaughters
Pretends to exchange blood for oil
My only answer
Is a well-shown middle finger!

A bargain table of parasites
Consuming earth to feed their fuckin’ wallets
Slow-motion endtime is next
The time to be polluted!

Even with the cancer in lungs
We don’t stand this brutalization
Even with the soaked throat
We’ll shout: "Not in my name!"

A bargain table of parasites
Consuming earth to feed their fuckin’ wallets
Slow-motion endtime is next
The time to be polluted!


4. MANSION MORGUE

A pitch-black villa towers out from hiding mists
Screams all around from its rot-smelling walls
Everywhere, floor suppurating smears of moss
Delightful undead corpses pacing, moaning in woe

"We waiting for living friends
We waiting for wandering flesh
It will be lots of company
Welcome to Mansion Morgue"

This putrid hell-on-earth is strangelyu peaceful, dominated by the silence of the await. They stop their moans to trick on unwary visitors, while they chosin’ the blades to welcome guests.

Something sinister, something molesting

All hopes to exit falls down
All escapes routes sealed by organic walls

"We waiting for living friends
We waiting for wandering flesh
It will be lots of company
Welcome to Mansion Morgue"

Corpses around, corpses above, corpses everywhere
Number is growing... the last corpse will be yours!