Death n destruction
fillin the world
gettin nowhere
wid the blood stained cum
the honour of the dishonourd
the death of the immortal
everthin can b sold
4 tht taste of power
the power tht rises
frm the minds
numbin within the sinners lie
liein on the deathbed again we sell
the truth we had in the darkned mind
deep down within the spine
chills die
hearin the voices of the sandman cry


the darkned souls light up
with each puff we take
each puff of leaf flowin in the vein
cynical battles
our cells do fight
wid the nicotine ragin WAR inside
shiver run down
the chillin spine
neva be4 do dead men die
but death itself is death defiled
immortalisin the oblivion we flow
towards the hell bak 2 the doe