Testo di Crush The Cenotaph

naked bodies stand in line waiting for their turn to die echoes of tormented souls slaughter, that has been unfold frenzied eyes look into the past wasteland, forever it will last hatred has returned the cross that now will burn result of centuries the prophet only sees chambers, incineration, death ashes blown away by divine breath almighty hand closes the book of lies eternel peace is glowing from their eyes fifty years, the overkill begins from the graves the bodies will rest in people deny their sickened sides wars, they are sacred rites