The Swarm

Genre: Melodic Death Metal

[2003, Peaceville Records)

In this cell that is ours there is no pity
No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul
No beckoning to a warm horizon
The sun shall never greet my eyes again

It is our world
It has been stolen from us, [bad word] 

No [bad word] sun
No [bad word] pain
I've searched my heart for love
But all in vain
No [bad word] sun, no [bad word] pain

Exploring life without fear -
Without feeling I am one with
My torment and forever blind

My desire clenches itself in a hungry fist
And [bad word] my soul to the thirst of dying
Mother of [bad word] take your revenge
The sun shall never greet my eyes again