Bolt Thrower Prophet Of Hatred

Restless sky the time has come
Turn up your brain you body feels numb
Messed[?] in uncerainty what you have become
Twisting your mind it's only just begun
[....]
Resistence[...] from fatality
[...]of your Destiny
[...]
Lost[...] tasted sweet
Terror my hatred is complete
Devour, your soul now he has won
[...]begun