Crawling on the edge of the abyss
Tasting all the tears of the deadman...
A sea of corpses, waves of blood
The smell of old flesh
Makes me feel a brand new man
Nails piercing through my hands
Spikes on my feet
Walk on the light of a new world
They helped me to see a better... future
Stabs on the back
Carrying the weight of all my sins
There's no more selfish passion
Kills more than the sword
Take mankind to the grave
Poverty will reach it fast.
Great anger will end in madness
No one is really worth
The infinitely little have it infinitely great.