1. MENTAL DRILLING

Mental Drilling


2. CRUCIFIED BASTARD

Coming in the gloomy house
Hysterical crowds adore the buried
Who will never raise again
And guided by the greatest
Completely reconciled
To the good and the bad
They break the silence with
Their prays

Corrupted minds
Dismal darkness
Rejective faith
Blinded by reality

They give up their souls
In a horrible ritual
In front of the rotten statue
Of the first crucified bastard


3. INSANE CREATURES

Souls with no life
Body remains
Full of hate causing death
Pest of anger
The moon reigns
Bitter secretes lakes of blood

Killers hired
By the greatest
Asphalt jungle they seek for food
They drill brains
They don't stop
Insane creatures veiled faces

Disturbing sirens
Breaking the silence
Crowded streets
Creepy appearance
Thanks to them

Dirt in front of everyone
Ways of decay
Blood in the game
That we always lose
Fish-hooks they put
With flesh remains
Human remains
Blocked in reason
False messengers
Lover of anything
Belch over their bodies
Kill'em (them)

Death to those rotten skulls
That rot with their sun
Shit shit shit


4. MAXIMUM GUTTING

Hate in your eyes
More dead than alive
You keep on wondering
When is it my turn?
Your body full of mid
And another day arises
Bloody suckers
Bloody life

Somebody is coming
Infernal silhouette
His coming voice
Of nowhere
He orders you to go on
What can you do?
Your mind gets blind
They rip your hands apart

Death, devastatation
Bodies with no life
Over graves full
Of warm blood

After slaughter pain
His body ripped
Ripped at its center
Maximun gutting


5. THEIR BRAINS (SHORT NEWS)

Loneliness, nothing more but walls
Freedom, insanes to forget
Crazieness, useless ideas
Desperation, fear power

They'll lock you up for mental disease
Darkness in reason as an explanation
They'll lock you up for bad will
You'll become an insane to be forgotten
You'll rot in never mores home
You'll lose contact with reality

You look outside the pain is with you
They teach your hour to be mistaken
You'll be unable to break their big bubble
To run in the spiral always backwards


6. NECROPHILIANS

They've smashed their minds
They've punished their bodies
Walls full of bloody crosses
Dark rooms full of people
Filling the moment after false cries

In a moment
Breaking sentences come out
As if they were lost
Sentences that break the silence
Insisting with no break

His voice was drowning
Inside the grave
And the noise of his fists
Beating the coffin was heard
Now wishing to live
He lies buried
He looks after his body
Nobody listened to him