cold earth blackened souls blessed by eternity dwelling under unholy ground forbidden thoughts and dreams provided by strong storms of bold beliefs and black souls of immortality the demons are dancing creeping on the path clinging to the fairytale which the call religion they are slayed by our demons of war and hurling storms these are human creatures of a filthy and weak kind as we crawl up and out of our cold earth with blood on our hands and faces we greet our brothers with horned wings and cold minds the dwelling and feeding it is complete