Feel the pain burn deep
Within our nerves
The mourning of lost life
Commands our actions night and day
The foul realism is unleashed
Upon the Earth we'll bleed
Banish all fond memories
As the Lord beckons us to judgement
Degeneration is close at hand
The morality coil is weaker
The pain is close to heart
Now leave the real world to your God
The kindness of death's grasp
Relieves us from the pain
