Letra da Música The Body God de Katharsick

You just can taste the bitter of solitude.
The sweet of happiness you refused to prove.
Now swallows your tears and cleans your mouth,
If you don't want taste the dirty of the ground.

Can you hear this symphony in silence?
Made by sultry screams of violence.
Resounding in eardrum of the prayers that beg,
To stop the heartbeat under the chest.
The pest.
The last.
Conquest.

Prepare yourself to choose what is gonna be written in your grave.
Forget your name, forget your family, because you don’t died like a brave.
Think with the rest of brain and martyrize yourself as a sign.
I got my nails, I got my hammer and I’ll make of fool all the humankind.