With breath of dawn,
The new eye's first gaze
Come billowing thoughts
Of longing misplaced.
And from the depths of the brow
Where its lonley thoughts pour
Of not what is now but what was before
There is a reoccouring nightmare
That shadows demand
To repay deeds unfinished by fellow man.
To slaughter the living for the slaughter of life
And take amends for grudge by bullet or knife

And so we begin with fundament repress
Which sends chills to the devil and men to their deaths...