Demon gods made it snow upon the slaves below. Blowing and snorting in the frost. In the raging wind they get lost. Poison arrows are stuck on my shield. I'm spitting nails of anger back in their face. Wheeping of the horrors of this killingfield. Only the smart will survive this carnage. Screams in your ears like whispers in the wind. Facts in your face like snakes in the grass. Now you chew on the thorns of the chemical rose. And swallow your own blood to stop your thirst. Become a slave of decay. Entombe yourself day by day. Your mind will be abused. Your morals misused. Only the demon that you will obey. Remote-control for the man in a suit. He carries a gun and shoots it in your veins. The pressure comes from both sides. Sowing bad seed, procreation of DISGRACE