Текст песни Mord'a'Stigmata - Mother Which You Will Serve

Infected and intoxicated deep inside my veins and mind,
I spit out hatred and scorn for this rotting carcass of delight
Look deep inside my Soul,
See the demons dance

Take this fuckin' psychic magnitude of pain away from me
I don't want this chalice, though I know I'll drink
Sliced piece of human flesh
You've been born by the void - Mother which you will serve
Till your fuck'n death

Shreds of conscoiusness dancing with madness on the grave of stiffed life
I feel pike of shrilling me hungry souls
My Aura is fading away

I'm watching as you slowly wither
I choke
I know what silence is telling, I know, that I shouldn't admire these words
Let them flow out through gaps of my hollow soul
This gloom had never had all this evil and anxiety
It was never so dreadfully compatible

Do you know how coldness of blind insanity taste?

I hear sarcastic laughter,
I see feasting beasts, feasting on my flesh, my energy
I see alive, intimate persons, amongst which only I am a cadaver
I clench ash in my hands, mixed with tears and blood
Those are remains of my screaming psyche, scattered in the land of loneliness

Wounded, more efficient I attack
I sniffed blood