Away From Chains Of Mind

An ancient process which roots have been hitched
On rocks somewhere in the outer space
Life is just a form of existence
Where humanity is just a kind of delusion...
When the sun turns aside
Dreadful creatures
Of my mind break free
I imagine the ancient
World of primal rage, of blood and disgust
Native howl
Is calling me
I'm a lonely and malicious creature
Who aimlessly game
In this world
As a part of meaningless process
In which
There is no god, no devil
And there is no concept of fate
There had nothing ever been inside us
We ourselves have invented all
Creating an imaginary edge between beast and us
Denying our own essence
We have forgotten the beast inside
Parts of bloody past
Are what we call soul
My soul is hatred
And my howl
Is forgotten and the most evident truth
The beast is breaking chains of my mind
The beast is breaking chains of mind
With a cold malice we were all created for death
We are all accidental children of cruel world
Life is waht looks to the sky with a doomed sight
In jaws of starving shadow of death
Creating a perfect specie
Creating a perfect kind.