Crawling on the edge of the abyss Tasting all the tears of the deadman... A sea of corpses, waves of blood The smell of old flesh Makes me feel a brand new man Nails piercing through my hands Spikes on my feet Walk on the light of a new world No pain No suffering Traitors They helped me to see a better... future Stabs on the back Carrying the weight of all my sins There's no more selfish passion Kills more than the sword Take mankind to the grave Poverty will reach it fast. Great anger will end in madness No one is really worth The infinitely little have it infinitely great.