Cold as night
Alone and f*cked
Surrounded by enemies
Panic strikes
Stench of death
They look for your flesh
You'll be consumed
By punishment
Morbid persecutors crawling from the grave
They'll drain your blood, you'll be your slave
One hundred fifty-one days of nothing comes
Not welcome
You become
Less than scums
Anger inside
Rights removed
No escape from the judge
Here's the loss
The forfeit
You've been caught
In the mesh
You can cry
And burn your eyes
Feed the grudge
Blurred consumes the fumes... on your flesh!
You can cry
And burn your eyes
Feed the grudge
Blurred consumes the fumes... on your flesh!
You'll be consumed
By punishment
You'll be consumed
By punishment