Son of the Four-Hands Way Lyrics

Lack of knowledge, sacrifice, passion,
Ordinary days turn into famished hyenas
And I'm their meal.
Do you will surrender to destiny?
The black one descends from the abyss.
Possessed, entranced, controlled?
No! It's her! A hand covering my face,
A hand holding destruction,
A hand purifies,
A hand prays the transformation.

Nudity removes any illusion.
Yelps come to my ears but other complaints,
Other carcasses. Each new victim,
A new head from her necklace.
She has no intention of ending the carnage
She wants to recreate.
Death becomes for a better dimension.
How to get rid from these cursed hands?
Her fury silent, it was anything.
All that remains is despair.