Incarnation Off

You might spill the blood of the symptoms

But you'll never catch the soul of the cause

You might spill the blood of the symptoms

But you'll never catch the soul of the 'cause

You, you might hang a lot of the threatenings captured

But are you sure?

Is the virus really cured?

Violate, exterminate

You'll never gonna dominate

The beast; the whore; the devil

Do your best to detect the infected

The beast; the whore; the devil

You're raging blind and slay some selected

The beast; the whore; the devil

Drown you in a barrel of lies

The beast; the whore; the devil

Are laughing at the dying

The blood of the symptoms

The unfortunates ash

The reasons keep on being untouched

There ain't no

Sunshine

To dry up the bloodyard

The judge; the trial; the gallows

There's a lot more necks to break

The judge; the trial; the gallows

There are plenty of life's left to take

The judge; the trial; the gallows

Trying to conquer the evil in mankind

The judge; the trial; the gallows

There ain't no rope to hand 'em high enough

Blasphemy, mortality

Agony death penalty disturbing the tranquillity

Anarchy, inner enemy

Anger and morbidity completing instability

Violate! Violate

Beast, whore and devil

Beast, whore and devil

Judge, trial and gallows

Judge, trial and gallows

Beast, whore and devil

Beast, whore and devil

Violate! - violate