Dogma

The skin of an undefeated monster
Is sin like a water drop?
Countless rolling relatives are the corpses of desire

I deny everything
I deny all of it
I deny everything

Wrapped in darkness, heading towards the abyss
There lies the truth

As crazy as a mob's ideology
Covered in 'unmixed black'

Departing from the origin of ideals, defying the flock, hair standing on end
I'll be a brain-dead God

The future crawling with blood, darkness ahead
Becoming an idol, towards conviction

In these eyes that witnessed the death of desire, there is no madness

[Crime]
A gathering of strange thunder
Growing hate
Suffering
[Crime]
Hate your life
A gathering of strange thunder
Growing hate

Toppling the gods, offering death here

To the countless voices, towards the clapping hands
Let's turn into darkness
The death of melancholy

I will blacken out this world
Darkness in the world
Starts tonight