Through The Pain... [альбом "Asylum Of The Wretched", 2009]
The oppressive stench from the horde of the beasts Will cover the land like contagious desease. They'll crawl and kill everything on their way Leaving a rotting and lifeless black trace.
But the universal balance of life Will overthrow creatures back to (the) nether world, Erase arrogance from the muzzle of beast Gnawing the doors into chambers of mortal.
The flame of the anger like a thousand of blades Will rise over devilish and wicked black shine, They'll gather to fight to the death in the shades And who will prevail - the time will define.
The history comes to the end of the cycle Through the shadows of lying salvation. The new beginning is being created Via the total annihilation
To survive discordance you have to be stronger Overcome weakness and disdain your pain, Find the great power in your own resistance, 'cause you are entitled to choose your own way
The Hoarse wind roar and the crunch of bones That enchants the soul and freezes the veins Throught the pain of conscience, through your soul's moans The dark side will resurrect again!