Let Us Prey For Their Worthless Life

...and I cross my hands...
I read the lies...
...of pride and sin.
...of death and lies.
I plead the unforgiven...
I kneel myself...
I face the silence...
I daresay, I'm worth?
My eyes are bleeding...
I could not stop the whisper...
These rats, of human hypocrisy and innocence...
These beings, they won't be released
And universal state has been set...
The simple-mind will be an inquisitor...
...and I will suffer alone.
...and death will smell my trace.
...and these marks on my hands.
...allow me to prey for their worthless life...