Deep in peace of unknown origin Standing in conflict like an averse Planting the seed of the whore and hatred The god was created to be violent and sick Ditching all the screams for the pain we inflict And now the path of our own extermination They want more so much to watch us fall To see the way we will evolve Tempering with the subconscious, they own the pain Placing the minds of the people with those they create Breeding a life with insanity, to purge, unburn, exclaimerate Send the angels of our ancestors, they will take these powers Wake up all nights, and talk with me first To bring forth those that are gone The seed of man, to make which burns The food of the dead, that's what we're sent The seed of man, to make which burns Screaming, like an indigenous man The seed of man, waiting, looking up to the unseen What you're only doing is burning the substance in which they live And now you see all our visions, it comes to reveal our reincarnation Thanks for watching!