Excruciation

Pull out this leather of my face

Throw something away and relief the flames

Strip my arms off

Let this weight falling down of my shoulders

Let my carcass facing down on the floor

Why do you stare me with feelings?

Cause you know the wind passing through this body

It's the same wind which will consume slowly your body

You can bet how many times I've tried to croos the fire

And I've drunk that same warm liquid

I can't open the windows anymore

Cause in front of it there's an wall of Lamentations

I can't smell grind and I can see blood stains

The real cut is printed

On all those faces, sick faces, chopped faces, hypocritical faces

Pull out this leather of my faces

Cause I feel much pain, torture, torment

Martydom, pity, affliction

Pull out this leather of my face

Throw something away and relief the flames

Strip my arms off

Let this weight falling down of my shoulders

Let my carcass facing down on the floor

Why do you stare me with feelings?

Cause you know the wind passing through this body

It's the same wind which will consume slowly your body

You can bet how many times I've tried to croos the fire

And I've drunk that same warm liquid

I can't open the windows anymore

Cause in front of it there's an wall of Lamentations

I can't smell grind and I can see blood stains

The real cut is printed

On all those faces, sick faces, chopped faces, hypocritical faces

Pull out this leather of my faces

Cause I feel much pain, torture, torment

Martydom, pity, affliction