See them kneel see them blow

At their throne

Thei're living in bondage now

They'll be released no more

Whiped-out identitites empty faces

Beauty beyond endurance

Does enslave

Her presence

No kindless left

Ferocity of sick scenes

ATR

See a new puppet fall into her

Palms

Raping cruel spider queen

With nets of love

No return on that way

They're too far gone

Nonen of them is a match for ATR

Surrounded with obedient slaves

Who cry and beg for more

They're sick and grey with

Torn raped souls

They are glad and more