Fatuous are who await the Eden
We are the rotting race which shares the glory.

Rising smoke from the skin of the witches for us to breath
Lust and ale!
We are the cult of blood and sweat,
Meaningless lives, futile pleasures we´ll dive in.

Hiding burning torches.

Beneath thy blackest wing my filial curse
In silence found the fading light.
Gather me!...
in cutting pieces we´ve been blown by betrayal.

Hiding burning torches.

Henceforth we´re naught but gloom mates
Any eye is my torture even within this ice armor
Henceforth we´re naught but gloom mates
Any eye is my torture, so we hide at the caves.

Luxury and apathy,
Grieves and reliefs.

Swallow while I bite
Cannibalism… is just a bite of hate.

Withered flowers, flag of their agonizing will
Broken knees inside the lake of all those tears.

Rising smoke from the skin of the witches for us to breath
Lust and ale!
We are the cult of blood and sweat,
Meaningless lives, futile pleasures we´ll dive in.

Hiding burning torches.

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