Sneaking in through the night Darkness the only shelter Strike the backbone of society Silent's the revolution Self-demotion and rebellion Praise the hate and oppression Shed the blood of your demons Feed the moral depression Warriors of silent revolution Master, mistress and decay Luxury, dramatic despair Lust, never-ending For the vanity Gratification By the cost of the dead They've come to taste A hell made of flesh Substitute of sorrow Emptiness "In the beginning of every generation There has been a promise... ...and the number of promises will keep increasing With different forms of cruel explotation" The dawn of dyers Freedom and justice for most Eternal war Flesh again turning to dust They've come to taste A hell made of flesh Gleaming of hope Dreaming of death