Septic Flesh

Hedonism, power in life without end
Morality and remorse banished
An epitaph of useless beliefs and countless mistakes
Left to the outcasts
Those who were found guilty for self-torment
Never admitting so. betrayed by their shiver
While mutilating their happiness
With razor blades of guilt
Their voices rise like an irritating whisper
To the AENAON fortress
But there is no need for warriors