A God in the making The souls are imprisoned The powers awaken With others left for taking The legions assembled Shivering in fear they tremble All charmed by the Beautiful sound of suffering A take back from the worlds killing way Or lead a life full of death Sinking into the embrace of devastation A thousand of thorns A feast of misery In the midst of the thousand thorns We are shaping new worlds to come The feast of misery and violence Spilled blood without a grace A traitor's dying breath The life at the edge of a knife I mourn a loss of a good friend But I celebrate the death of an enemy Feast of the maggots and rot Laid on the wormwood for a new God Feast of misery Submit to your emptiness Before lies a ruinous path A thousand of thorns A feast of misery In the midst of the thousand thorns We are shaping new worlds to come The feast of misery and violence Spill blood without a grace Blood spilled on the roses of a distant lands The legions have assembled Shivering in fear they tremble All charmed by the beautiful Sound of suffering Preach A feast of misery and violence