Rot Alone. Destiny,
killing the souls of lives at your feet.
Dead to its fight.
Hell as they said.
Killing the darkened rotting fate.
Fate. Rot Alone. Bludgeoning hell.
Finding their souls and returning to dwell.
Killing and bleeding tightened as one.
Killing the darkest rotting fate.
Rot all lesions.
Glory. Rotting, plowed.
Dead he's killed your soul.
Glory. Rotting flower.
Kill.
				

When I looked at evils face.
Death I've seen beyond.
Killing Darkness.
Of rotting pain.
Chilling your spine.
Finding death rots slow.
Killing darkness is coming.
Flow.
Chilling your veins.
Rotting your soul.
				

Kill.
Fight 'til the death in a living hell.
Fight 'til the death, remove any wait.
Fight 'til the death in a living hell.
Fighting death.
Fight 'til the death in a living hell.
Fight 'til the death, remove any wait.
Fight 'til the death in a living hell.
Fighting death.
You play the loser.
Remain to live.
Live to the day.
Find the need.
Kill all.
Kill, raid, rot, and live to fight death.
We loathe thee to the death.
Loathe it's lies.
Fight 'til the death.
Live, we die.
Killing for the need.
Death we love.
It lies.
				

Kill all.
Fight death.
Lesions fighting love.
Fight them all in a living hell.
Slowly rot and you die.
You fight death as you slowly realize.
Kill them all.
Fight death and slowly read in the love.
Fight them all, join me, slowly we rot.
Slowly we rot.

Dead to all.
Fighting as you slowly read in your love.
Fighting the sword.
The sword is your plow.
Dead to all.
Fighting as you're slowly rotting in hell.
Fight them all, join me, slowly we dwell.
Slowly we dwell.
Decharge.

Kill all, thy tainted
Withered soul
I, know

Vile is pussing, living it out
Slowly rotting and dying
You might definetly feel
The distorting of (all), (your) life
(The below is a real question mark)
Kill all who find death is not
(To be) slowly rotting out. ??

Furthermore join me
Slowly we rot..
Slowly we rot..

(This is also a question mark?)
Then the one who finds death
Is not (to be) slowly rotting out
Violently distorting
As his soul is leaking blood
Then the one will find the truth
Of slowly rotting out

Futhermore join me
Slowly we dwell..
Slowly we dwell..

To die......
				

Your soul.
Take mine.
Your time.
Time.
Fighting it low.
Yeah. You.
				

I know that in the depths beneath
The guilty are the saved

I know living through pain
You, will obey

You lie.....

Living out the pain you feel
When youre exposed to all your crimes
Low down here beneath
Living is dying.
Woken, feed by thoughts
Of the dead
?
And even if you try to escape
You can't even try

Enter the gates to hell
Is were you with us dwell

Fear......
Fear of fate
Then your fate is getting (is getting into grind)
(Even as we've begun you're decomposing as you're dying)

Maimfull, painfull
Life after life
Thought are incinerated
Life is a crime

Enter the gates to hell
Is were you with us dwell

Burning out........
				

Words of evil.
Words of evil.
Evil.
Lie Alone.
				

Rotting beneath, below.
Ranting, "Too soon to die."
Redefiles all.
Ranting "She's one to go."
Suffocation.

Killing The chance denied.
Ranting "She's only a child."
Rise above them all.
Lifting the soul in pain.
				

Robbed of the soul.
Live in hell.
Rise above the charred believings' bowel.
Rise above the soul's chalky chains.
Give the destiny what it's named.
The darkest white brought in death balloons soon to come.
Rise above the dark demon's tower.
Body's seized the charge.
You've killed yourself X6.
Killed. Killed yourself.

Rotting the soul to leave.
Ranting, "she's one to give."
Darkening your soul to waste.
Ranting, "She's soon to gain."
Rotting above the tide.
Ranting, "She's holding time."
Killing their souls in pain.
Ranting, "she's one to gain."
				

Dead.
With the rotting one below.
Live.
Leaving the one who died.
You. Lie. You.
Rotting as one.
Destiny comes.
Dying of this fear.
Death is the one.
Now he has come.
Dying.
The body's crying.
You.
				

Rot your soul to live.
Death I've seen beyond.
Killing the darkest time.
Rotting out the chains.
Darkness falls unto.
Ready the golden child.
Pain evolves this way.
Killing the darkest time.
Time.
Darkest time.
Liar.
You lying in the bottom grave, soul.
Dying in the bottom, lie. Lie.
Lying in the bottom to hide.
To hide.
				

Here.
Lie alone.
Death will come to rot your soul.
Glories leaving you at the plow.
Rotting