Letras
The afflicted are sold
(Their souls)
To whispers of old
(Their minds)
From lamenters' scrolls
The scion will call
Unbound these hands will build horizons
Skin their lords to adorn the dynast
O, flame grant me strength
Fell, the god that we praise
Idle hands arose idols of man
In stone above the sand
And froze where gods began
Be it a shattered axe to grind
Be it what idle hands may find
The silence absolves
A union dissolves
The open hand receives a gift
For those who are willing to take
The fell god bestows a flame
A flame to grant me strength
O, flame grant me strength
Fell, the god that we praise
Idle hands arose idols of man
In stone above the sand
And froze where gods began
Be it a shattered axe to grind
Be it what idle hands may find
O, flame grant me strength
Idle hands arose idols of man
Idle hands arose idols of man
In stone above the sand
And froze where gods began
Be it a shattered axe to grind
Be it what idle hands may find
Be it a shattered axe to grind
Be it what hath you
Worship what you build
Build me
Heresy means nothing
Heresy means nothing
Heresy means nothing when your god is dead