Blasphemies that come from the bottom of our hearts Traumas and adversities, they feel worse than reality Decimation, at last the weakest retribution Our instincts are getting closer, this time a brand new solution Conversion is not for the weak ...our body feels the need... We necer feel tue truth... One vision from beyond Pronouncing secret rites... The souls are still in dark Conversion is not for the weak ...You just bleed for your own sins Rejection, a dirty word expelled from you No comments from a human beeing, no generosity Forbidden names, the thoughts, ideas from a cult A cult that has dwelled into the dark, they're waiting for their time.