Boundead - Evocation

Pretentious this torment

That weakens our shade

We search the salvation

Behind the man made

Face of our failure

Damnation embraced

Breathing the toxic

Taste of disgrace

Head on a roll

Last touch is the axe

Seed in the plague

Face of our death

Boundead — break the chains cross the border

Boundead — lock that door starve your pain

Boundead — see your flame cross that border

Boundead — lock that door or heal no more

Abnormal behavior

Trapped in its claws

Who was the saviour

And who was the false

Trampling the spikes

Resolving the truth

Found my redemption

Led by the mute

Blood on our soul

Blood on our past

Internal infernal destruction inside