Kingdom of the dead is a torture toolfor the picked fruit 
of wisdom.Cemetery of antichrists is waiting 
obedientlyFor the call of its henchmen's namesOpen earth 
rewards with its warm the ones who are keeping its 
infinity.Volcanoes of power present bodies of the ones 
who are able to face themselves.Disprove me, disprove 
with meHungry mounds of minds torture the bound instincts 
of independence.Fear hasn't been rewarded by socially 
spiritualised law.Blessings will never become realTo the 
devoted worshipers of the cross.Designate me, designate 
with meThrow with me away, throw me awayAn experience 
demands strong deliberation with the narcotic of 
christian wisdom to still stand the life in their sick, 
imaginated world.Only degradation amongst own race lets 
hover in illusions of the holiest humility.The heirs of 
own identity must close themselves deep inside their 
souls and darknessTo be still of sound mind.The offspring 
of chaos can danceOn the naked stupidity and ignorance of 
its holy oppressors.Roused from the penance we're 
marching outside insanity,Waiting for the kingdom of 
antichrists to come.I'm the bell you bangI'm the army you 
bless