Lyrics

Perfume Of Death


God has never been dead, nor born.

For his godhood would not have allowed

All these filth and misery to be unleashed here.


Those in disguise as holy men

Let others suffer and thirst for death

Rather than paying such pain for survival,

In order to fulfil their own twisted desires.


With conscience buried in oblivion,

They apatheosize themselves and smile

Obscene, ugly and abominable.



I am dying to scream out

My distress they would not hear at all,

This painful feeling of helplessness.