Force end, the process of deconstruction
renewed with new strength
Pushed to the back burner
With new vigor, blisters
Bloody, crumpled, disturbed
It is inside me
Rise, raise primitive
Chthonic, memory blood
Beast prowls the wild world of reality
Rending, industrial, not similar to me
When he wakes up? Monster of steel and sleep
When he wakes up? The Beast with a thin skin
The transformation
Currently, makes me monster
Comprehension
I hear the creak strained tendon
Their symphony - a primal fear
Beast prowls the wild world of reality
Rending, industrial, not similar to me
When he wakes up? Monster of steel and sleep
When he wakes up? The Beast with a thin skin
Силы кончились, процесс разрушения
запущен с новой силой
отодвинуты на задний план
вновь кровоточащие раны
Зверь бродит в диком мире реальности
Раздирающий, индустриальный, этот мир не такой как я
Когда он проснется? Монстр из стали
Когда он проснется? Зверь с тонкой кожей
преобразование
В настоящее время, заставляет меня быть монстром
в ваших глазах
Я слышу скрип натянутых сухожилий
Их симфония - примитивный страх
Force end, The Process of Deconstruction
Renewed with New Strength
PUSHED to the Back Burner
With New Vigor, Blisters
Bloody, Crumpled, Disturbed
It is inside me
Rise, Raise Primitive
Chthonic, Memory Blood
Beast Prowls The Wild World of Reality
Rending, Industrial, Not Similar to Me
When he wakes up? Monster of Steel and Sleep
When he wakes up? The Beast with a Thin Skin
The Transformation
Currently, Makes Me Monster
ComprehenSion
I hear The Creak Strained Tendon
Their Symphony - A Primal Fear
Beast Prowls The Wild World of Reality
Rending, Industrial, Not Similar to Me
When he wakes up? Monster of Steel and Sleep
When he wakes up? The Beast with a Thin Skin
The forces are over, the process of destruction
launched with renewed vigor
pushed into the background
Again bleeding wounds
The beast wanders in the wild world of reality
Torn, industrial, this world is not like me
When will he wake up? Monster made of steel
When will he wake up? Beast with thin skin
Transformation
Currently, makes me be a monster
In your eyes
I hear the creak of stretched tendons
Their symphony is a primitive fear
