I am at the end of my path There is nothing behind my back. And here is My last prayer. Rise from the fire of hateful hearts Rise from the gore of razored eyes. Tore out from our throats In clouds of bloody dust. Release enslaved Throygh their d**h. Blow up dread seals Out of our souls. Drag out our hearts Crash altar stones. Your mess - our flesh Your greets - our moans.