Letras
The weakened mind ov the dead
Blackened with sorrows
Cast to the shore
Of forlorn tomorrows
Virulent and empty
And the putrid breath of rabid dogs
The pack that bites
Under the orders of their kings
A hunt for control
To fool the meaning of life
Upside down, the sacred
Raped by the conquering beast
Total blackness of the soul
Drifting in pain, in pain
That joy from the past
I feels like it fades away
Sinners
From pole to pole
And beyond nations
Striving in cold
Fighting for gold
Be wise, my friend
As Nephilims arise
Kissed by the old serpent tongue
They speak with ancient prose
Of the great Rebellion
Raging war in the open sea
Since are they born with the stars
Archons of the Dark Ages
A hunt for control
To fool the meaning of life
Upside down, the sacred
Raped by the conquering beast