Psychotic eruption called by sadness Lightning balls of hate burn inside Reluctance welcome madness We feel so good by flying in the eye of the tornado In our veins hot blood pump till the end We like the stench of rotting souls, eating all thoughts Crying insane all the time, flying in spheres of crime Unspoken words of pain, moments of ultimate dead carnage Feeling free by blowing away - absolute hatred No return, fast forward, we are blind in the soulturnado Here is the silence of the underground, here now forever The void is back, visions for few Sky is black, rust in sun, awake the one No more confusion, no temple of insane Only revolution - the world is profane Souleater, thoughtdealer - blow our sadness away Master of storms - we feel the imminent decay