Two born of first to sin Failed offering, blood of a brother spilt Bloodlust, cursed divine To be as at death, alive Within darkness, hidden alone Until the signs, begin to pass Of the kindred spawned Breeds of undeath, branched in clans Under bloodtied laws, they feast All of which to heed this oath Or to be judged on the last days The dark father's call, to first cities site For the time of Gehenna draws near Time passes with growth of kin The laying to rest of sires past All of the damned, a prophecy dread Caine's children, again will rise To feast upon the first part of us For the time of Gehenna draws near First sign, the day they rise Sun will rise black in the sky Mortals will watch For the one marked, a crescent moon Undead, who drank Of sire's heart's blood Drink of Caine's blood, on this day Like infection, his blood will spread Til true death, his kin Civilization will fall From the feast of the breeds But few life left will come A city of mortal blood, to rebuild Gehenna's time is nearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
