The sacrifices of the evil's malice
take over the soul worshipping
planning of indecencies
they run to Ajattara[1]
You fucking miserable fools don't know this life
what ever you are holding in your hands, that's what you have to cut with
And when it bleeds untill it's dry
It's body will be yours
It's body will be yours
The destiny has been made wrong
She always makes her hand dirty
You lay under the whores
Alone, but beaming.