Episcopal Whip - Nefarium Looking towards the future Tryin' to feel the hell of bodies Under our bodies and fulfilling the body's peace Nourishing the purest fear For not having any reference We will come to drag you to hell Nursing you with song of humble servants Long trails of blood what will remain of you And the earth will be once again generous Of blood of sons Hail to the it's power attraction By which causes the perpetual movement Of an existence but which slowly become a smaller And smaller vortex towards mind's centre Among fierceness and craziness the straight bars of steel Will bend with the fire under a downpour of blows Word will be pronounced And every herd will be freed towards the highest cliff Your shadow which by suddenly growing upon The eternal faces Will swallow the light Will be the new kingdom When in new bushes and spines Germinate to become a new pain crown Destiny will show new path Return journey crossing the main road Running along the abyss of doubt Until the place where innocent butcher hides