1. SUPREME UNHOLY AGONY

Anyone can kill
With certain circumstances
Anyone can wish to take life
Killing is not enough to extricate it in an instant

It is the supreme power
The plan in motion
Able to smell their guts
Hunger must be sated
The banquet tasted

Contemplating her naked body
Time seems to be stopped
I paint with his blood
The sublime moment of his despair

The time has come
Divine and profane one moment between
Life and death
I like your fallen flesh
Appreciating his grotesque appearance

Some people will never know of how close
What matters is the taste that lasts forever
Once started when my appetite increases

Crypt of silence in flames
In the eyes of the killer chill
Savagery in the mutilation of the bodies
At the end impaled on steel piles

Abyss of annihilation to the despair of violence
Hunger must be sated
The banquet tasted


2. HUNGRY AND TORN

Nothing else matters but the desire
Vomiting of blood in his grave
Profane that exudes a strong smell rotten

Around me I see fog grotesque
Approaching fully
Destroyers and without end

Walking to the decimation
On the cover of night
Monster black approach
Who kill and their flesh

Evil comes from a long time
Unannounced fierce and cunning
Devoid of any feeling of weakness

Now the fall of darkness
The fog creeps through the eyes
Hungry and torn

The saga of suffering and endless pain
All of humanity fated to my power
The blade passes through the glasses
In a bloody ritual
Lambs torn live
Brutality stimulated by other dimensions
Dilapidated and malevolent killer Intended to recreate the time of hostility
Ceremonial time the devastation of the enemy
Among the flesh and blood
Only the desire of the other victim was murdered


3. EYES OF THE ANNIHILATING

Storms of it will go collect the skies
Fortresses and walls will be destroyed
In the it will go of the annihilating
Fire flames consumed everything

Lamentations and sadness are seen everywhere
Give in their enemies hands
Screams and pain laments in all
Who can survive?

Vanities and madness are manifested in all
They suffer he will go for their cruelties
Shames in their faces
Who had fled of their eyes?

The day of the success of bills arrived
Nobody had escaped from their eyes
The annihilation is screamed in their roads
Price of blood for lives was paid