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