Hellbound, the fight is on summoned to answer the call eager,
to prove a point no confrontation too small.All resistance
of the soul giving in hellbound we're going down with
a grin.Storming, to the front virtues decaying inside relish,the taste
of blood gleefully taking that ride.All resistance of the soul
giving in hellbound we're going down with a grin.Nowhere to
hide more guts more pride street justice martial law every nerve
rubbed raw. Conviction, at point blank the law of the victor is
might morals,caving in brutal force making it right. All resistance of
the soul giving in hellbound we're going down with a grin.
Blur of faces more life wasted. No compassion to be found we are hellbound.

Mental bulldozers let loose cruising towards life a trail of,
human Mud I shall bring peace. Mankind on its knees before a
power too strong , helplessly accepting their god proven wrong,
panic releases the evergrowing fright, while sanity dies as there's
no cure in sight. Hope crushed on display, screams breed like flies,
you envy the dying in the mirror, where I bring peace...
Faster to death with throttle at max,As I introduce Mr neck to Mr axe
self-rightous ethics forced down your throat, no room for morals
in this sinking boat. Penetrating sirens howling, mankind has lost the
monument of society is fallinng, as I bring peace. Burning the rest
in the fire with god, leftover faith sunken in blood,far beyond terrifying
closer to hell and yet another train of believers derails. Ruins, landscape
of death, history's over and gone, silence like never before as I brought peace.
Geniously evil forcing you down, total destruction you're loosing your ground,
I'm in command, I give the sign , I rule the switch to turn off mankind.

Manipulation of itself, a truth creation of man, the weak.
Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason,
it's dead. And still they gather, the heard to worship and pray
obsessed. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason,
it's dead. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason,
it's dead. It's the truth,it's written,it's the law, no doubt,no questions,
sacred law. Righttous needs no proof, on his knees, serve to please a traitor, an
insurgent of the mind I am. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't
have a reason,it's dead.

Termination destined, I will give in almighty no one I will obey.
I must get out of here, avoiding that path, the way they run in
circles, a way to flee down. Arise, to descend, arise. Source of
all salvation, it's you and me again, core of abstinences to keep me down.
Arise, to descend, arise. No limitations, only time is a threat, no regret
or worries, I'll do my needs in hell. Our own circles, our own reasons, our
own pace. We aim downwards, we run slower, we mute life. Condemnation of ideals,
termination fields. Another dawn in hell, resume that circle race, almighty
no one I will obey.

By god they breed to control, to spread the pure is their call,
with their plight they're deceiving us all. Like an army in it's sleep,
they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await. Our enemies, already here
building up, and we're not aware. Like an army in it's sleep,
they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await. It's coming, coming! The war
of wars, it came through our doors. The battalion's awake enforcing belief in
return for relief. When the time comes they must take a stand and it's written,
god over land. Like an army in it's sleep, they await patient, to blend in, they
await choices, postponed, so they await cunning, yet oft ignored, they lie in wait.

She gave birth to sin, obeying the snake instinctive lust like the
serpent she was. Greed over trust, when given a choice she chose
the forbidden, blaming the snake. Master evil, Mistress Eve.
Like the cobra's smile, haunting your soul, paralyzing malice, she
is the snake. Power abundant, beauty flavoured death, primitive
lust and man lost control. Master evil, Mistress Eve. Venom -disarms
the man servant- under Eve's command. Like a serpent she bit injecting
passion, the serpent has won. She controls the dance with her flute, she's
in charge, she controls the man as she controls the snake. Domination
the Master's hand, evil Command. Damnation close at hand the final stand.
And the almighty god regrets the day, when evil took shape in so many ways.
She holds the key, the serpent in charge made a god in its image and savaged
our minds. Mistress of snakes arose from hell, root of all evil she gave birth
to sin...
Master evil, Mistress Eve.