Once blood-blessed at cold dawn, providential heavens That turned into roots the gift of identity In the name of ruled effigies of existence All power out loud, quoth the Father : “Thou shalt be”
Embracing in hate black suns of contingency They created the world after their own-drawn fear But how could I exist if I am doomed to be We consecrate creation with a name to tear
The chalice bore us nameless, naked – solitude's creation Wholeness lands lifted over Unitarian aberration
Staying red deep the tearful eyes of our failing derision As slowly rose from naught the cursed winds of children's horizon
And though daylights are restlessly worshipped amidst midnight seeds Deathbreath always carries the flame of our namesake dreamlike greeds
Blessed at blood cold dawn from providential heavens Turning the gift of being into creation Worshipping the festering laws of existence All breaths damned for Humanity's coronation
Staying red deep the tearful eyes of our failing derision As slowly rose from naught the cursed winds of children's horizon
Give highest mounts the force to build a memorial to silence We are the ones whose denial carved names twisted in violenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
