Letra da Música: Infernal Centuries - Sarcasmo

My Mind makes the soul burn
with hate and repugnance
Hypocrite falses I will kill them with fatal cruelties
Every day something dies in us rotting ours being
Malefic voices whisper
infernal centuries in mine years

Lust Poverty
The hell is here
Brutality, Tragedies
The death is for come

My thoughts became
reality in this world
I feel hate as a death
fearless warrior
Destroying everything
that crosses my path
together will the spirits
slaughter, pleasures
With candles
I see my soul covered in blood
In my dreams
it is cold and dark

Opus
The immensity and us
Just an hallucination in a dream