A descent into the darkest realm of time

When cruelty was an abstract form of ugliness

Accusations of sacrilege, the terror was real

What fell over the land was hatred forced with steel



The servants of power unleashed tyranny

No one to escape from the shield of hypocrisy

For decades the poor have been the defenseless

Slaughter and mayhem under the wings of the cross



Extremity in ways too savage to realize

In rotten dungeons the screams seemed to vanish

Perversion, monstrosity, undeserved suffering

Horrible ways to "discover" all heretic sinners



When twisted minds fulfill the spiral prophecy

To work hand in hand with death is efficiency

No pity for any form of supplication

Just continuing acts of bestial eliminations





("The Winter Of Our Discontent")