Song 1 / 'State of Brutality'Song 2 / 'Cruel Mission'Song 3 / 'Mindless Warrior'

 # 4 Flower of Death 

Orientated to the field of influence
Persistently captured by forbidden fruits
Lost among hard faces that distress your heart,
searching for an oasis, to pacify your soul.

Power, seems useless when not launched
Hate, entered your mind
War, eternal fight against the habit
Pain, caused by worthless visions.

The frantic lust after disease appears
The spirit is dying, the downfall begins
The eyes of death are taking aim in a threating way
In a hell of limitless mania, the future's buried.

Power, seems useless when not launched
Hate, running your head
War, eternal fight against the habit
Pain, caused by worthless visions.

The blood waters the flower of death,
that sprung up and became wild
Inside a defenseless body,
screaming in the night
Eagerness for mercy rooted
in the course of time
Moribund of darkness,
now it's time to die.

The spirit's in the air, due to the untimely death
Hard faces waiting with fear
Disgraced and guilty, it's a flashback in vain
Black bird of prey their cheap compassion.

Suborned bastard, messenger of law
Cursed dealer of the flowers of death
Destroyer of life, just greedy for money
All of them are passively guilty.

Power, seems useless when not launched
Hate, racking your brains
War, eternal fight against the habit
Pain, caused by the Flower of Death.

Song 1 / 'State of Brutality'Song 2 / 'Cruel Mission'Song 3 / 'Mindless Warrior'