Robbed of the soul.
Live in hell.
Rise above the charred believings´ bowel.
Rise above the soul´s chalky chains.
Give the destiny what it´s named.
The darkest white brought in death balloons soon to come.
Rise above the dark demon´s tower.
Body´s seized the charge.
You´ve killed yourself X6.
Killed. Killed yourself.

Rotting the soul to leave.
Ranting, "she´s one to give."
Darkening your soul to waste.
Ranting, "She´s soon to gain."
Rotting above the tide.
Ranting, "She´s holding time."
Killing their souls in pain.
Ranting, "she´s one to gain."