Fighting just to get away in a distant land
The leaders feed your blood to this famine land
Cursed be this nature enslave your blackened skin
Forcibly you know that you can never ever win
Blackened sin
Black Sin
Blacken Sin
Scorching rays of sun on blistered whipped wailing backs
Begged for death merciless
I'll peel your skin and make you sing never, never can you ever win
Blackened sin
Black Sin
Blacken Sin
Death of a God, death of a son
Death for a reason, one in a million
Death of a God, death of a son
Death for a reason, the ultimate one
Die
Black Sin
Blacken Sin
Constant torture no more pain exist
Raging races discriminate their face
I'm of paramount you're never ending
You're a blacken sin and your death is pending
Black Sin
Blacken Sin
What you know is what you see
What you hear is what you believe
What you feel is what you fear
Pray for death cause I am here
Sin, Sin, Sinner...Whoa