Discipline of Mind Lyrics

I hang up rotten dead bodies.
Arrange them before me.
Insects flying around, vile stench stimulates my nose.
The vision that makes me feel like closing my eyes.
Tread on all my conscience giving way to a development of cruel mind.
Even though I try to escape, the reality doesn't allow it.
My victims are lying before me.
Their spirits become stronger and start attacking me.
Fear of being controlled by them and destruction of my head.
I ignore it and prepare the axe.
Rotten bodies torn apart.
Ravens pick up the pieces of flesh on the ground.
Drenched with body fluid, before them.
I stand.
No more the pangs of conscience.
And I'll move on to a higher level.