Dismember - Chasing The Serpent текст песни

Day madness spreads like a dream,
The King is the exile of any tribe.
Generation drowned in samoprodazhnosti and deception
Mass suicide - it frees the end.
And the new gods are born and killed in order to live again.
Religion in its final form will be overthrown,
Monstrous judgment destroy everything on the surface,
But too late,
And the heavens, as you know, out of reach.
Fear of God, despair, each praying for human grave.
Armament and content battlefields
Waiting in the wings, bringing bitter trends.
When darkness becomes a tyrant who do not see the light
Moth forgiveness supreme God,
As if the body were the days are numbered, and reviving the priest sent,
Nightmare begins martyr.
Atheism stems from neglect piety
Body created by the liquid system of hatred,
Get sequence of revelations.
Godlessness since then, which is known to God
No longer in development for as long as the beginning of a new kite.

Pettiness and dust - the basis of the soul,
Empty existence, so contemptible.