Luyện nghe bài hát Impure Perfection

Gather emotions in fragile mortality
Try to grasp my infinite
Feel the presence, breed on evil thoughts
In the void your tortured being

the untold curse of my region
Created to suffer the cold death
you layer by layer, skin, flesh and bone
Embrace the horror by me

Cascades of atrocity, emerge from the inner

I am the master of my
I will the pain
Show me mind
Believe, confess,

to a certain state of perfection
Your soul is my pleasures
Unpurified, intoxicated of creation
Flooding your existence with despair

By suffering I will the source within
myself with dissolving remains
Transmutation absorbing your life
For the flesh, by the flesh, I fill your void

Between and darkness, denying the light

I am the master of my
I will the pain
me your mind
Believe, confess,