No more they will drink your blood No more they will eat your meat No more they will follow your doctrine No more they will die under your law For years and years I waited for this moment My Body was degraded but my mind grew I don´t need this crust of meat and blood My faith os stronger than your son Iron Fire Angers Hate The Faith that I had never, will never have The body that I abandom myself doesn´t serve as anything The blood that I satiates my thirst is sweet Sweeter that your rotted body No more they will drink your blood No more they will eat your meat No more they will follow your doctrine No more they will die under your law Your laws burn my body and they boil my blood They consume my being in sacred fires I don´t fell pain, just pleasure Pleasure in proving your lies and weaknesses. Iron Fire Angers Hate Iron! My heard is made of Iron Fire! My spirit is made of Fire Anger! My desire is made of Anger Hate! My blood is made of Hate. An universe in contradiction dived in blood What legacy would leace a pile os ashes and burned bones? Only one more Burned victim as a witch An inheritance of Iron, Fire, Angers, Hate May it wake up the man, the instinct Of the ashes, be made swords for the one of free spirit May my bones break the links is a average Of the slavery that deprives the mind of the Evolution