As the adjustment of faces slowly takes place through putrefaction Ugly shaped creatures rove through life while carrying the burden of infliction Bare-skinned, disgraced, emptied and forlorn led astray In the cradle of the unborn lies their truth to be discarded Lost in time as well in place, betraying of selves stains the sacrificed blood of generations Voluntary walked towards slaughter the path of disgrace To be butchered by relentless hands Persistent neglecting demanding eyes of the harbinger of ruination Only eternal silence awaits Reject the gift of life Hostages of indolence-worthless bones in a box Fleeing liberation, embrace compassion-and still you know no shame Detractors, ungrateful for the suns of existence Life's traitors and takers, for gratitude is ever absent Doomed, bound to the shackles of death A slow departure of skin translated in the stench of the rotten clench the stench of the dead Choose to breath the thin but precious air of distinction And fight at my side For I am the Tutor of the Dying Consumed will be the architect of false faith and misconception Their tongues, their words, their throats, they're mine!