revolting against my mindnnwhen seven days have passednnno one will comennuntil it's too latennnnhands crossednnprayers laidnnsouls still burningnnthou shall not forgivennmisery will turnnninto inhumanitynnnnsince two thousand years have passednnthe rise of the dawnnnnnsecular possessions will turnnnfrom light to surrounding darknessnnputrid soul of a redeemernnsetting its state of decaynnnnhands crossednnprayers laidnnsouls still burningnnthou shall not forgivennmisery will turnnninto inhumanitynnnnsince two thousand years have passednnthe rise of the dawnnnsee the masses movingnngathering regiments nearbynnfrom the remote pastnnnnsickening, my flesh weakeningnnsheddering of bloodnnwhite coloured with rednnnnmy thoughts invertednnnnmurderer behind the cornernnbloodthirst in his eyesnnsin is a weaknessnnno one can denynnnnhands crossednnprayers laidnnsouls still burningnnthou shall not forgivennmisery will turnnninto inhumanitynninto inhumanity