Deathsound sounds life distant thunder

from inside the tomb

disharmonic are the dying

voices in the moon



At the time of harvest

he will tear the life apart

bloodsoaked is the rusty scythe

the reaper builds his art



Red wrath

is unfold

dead soul

numb with cold

and a call from hell

haunts my mind with spell

now is speaks through me

for his rapture let us bleed



Kill your father, Kill your brother

Kill your neighbour, Kill each other

Kill the whole humanity, Kill yourself

but first kill me