Tekstovi: Hatebreed. Satisfaction Is The Death Of Desire. Burial For The Living.

No on can redeem themselves, no one can be saved. In a dying world filled
with enslavement and endless apathy. A tortured past and not much future a
tattered earth remains, destitute and alone in madness. Burial for the
living. Our earth stripped of wealth. Burial of the living. Our bodies
drained of life. In a world full of enemies, I'm an enemy of the world.
There is only so long we have to live, our dying days are spent waiting for
history to repeat itself. Our only hope is vengeance.