No more they will drink your blood
No more they will eat your meat
No more they will follow your doctrine
No more they will die under your law

For years and years I waited for this moment
My Body was degraded but my mind grew
I don't need this crust of meat and blood
My faith os stronger than your son

Iron Fire Angers Hate

The Faith that I had never, will never have
The body that I abandom myself doesn't serve as anything
The blood that I satiates my thirst is sweet
Sweeter that your rotted body

No more they will drink your blood
No more they will eat your meat
No more they will follow your doctrine
No more they will die under your law

Your laws burn my body and they boil my blood
They consume my being in sacred fires
I don't fell pain, just pleasure
Pleasure in proving your lies and weaknesses.

Iron Fire Angers Hate

Iron! My heard is made of Iron
Fire! My spirit is made of Fire
Anger! My desire is made of Anger
Hate! My blood is made of Hate.

An universe in contradiction dived in blood
What legacy would leace a pile os ashes and burned bones?
Only one more
Burned victim as a witch
An inheritance of Iron, Fire, Angers, Hate

May it wake up the man, the instinct
Of the ashes, be made swords for the one of free spirit
May my bones break the links is a average
Of the slavery that deprives the mind of the Evolution