Текст песни Resurrection #9

Lay waste torn as under weak and lost in the past.
Obfuscates the self mind, ripped it away.
Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god.
I think not, serpent get thee behind me.
Eradicated your somnambulant enigma.
This field has lain fallow, won't erode,
won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind.
No, I won't soak up your misery,
won't soak up your weakness,Burn The Priest - Resurrection #9 - http://ru.motolyrics.com/burn-the-priest/resurrection-number-9-lyrics.html
won't soak up your banality.
Taste vanadium,
wide awake realizing what you've done.
Taste the frost,
you chose your own death
you know that you choose well.
I hate myself but not as much
as I hate you.
Tear yourself down.