Faceless figures marching on the path of fools, the path of weakness, the path of fear.
Weak minds with whoring souls. Once again I woke but this time I opened my eyes.
In this caravan travels the ones who are slaves for the other slaves and slaves for themselves.
Your soul was raped by you in the day you took your first step in this line.
And flames they burns so high both sides of this path. To take a step to the left is to burn.
To burn, to bleed alone!
Bleed, you synthetic child! Bleed because of your stupidity and false beliefs.
Come, come into the flames.
But you didn't come with me into the fire and I didn't show you what is true.
So I turned my back for you (just like always) and walked away into shadows.
Alone. I left you and your little world.
I hate you! ...Though you're not worth of my hate. I spit on your face!
...But you're not worth of my saliva.
Slave! You fear the other slaves. The fear keeps you on the path.
Have a good journey on this circle formulating path, and never be free!
Your sacred soul's a cursed whore buying mercy and forgiveness.
Your thoughts and words has nothing to give for me -except my hate towards you.
Your purity isn't pure -even your impurity is not impure.
Your life is so worthless (in your fear of the flames of individuality).
To be among the fools or not to be and burn?
...Well, It's so good to be aflame, when my strength is to be me
And flames they burns so high both sides of this path.
To take a step to the left is to burn
For me, there's no other way.