Daylight dies a slow death, from lethargy and despair Birth of desolation, filled with endless tears
A formless mass is vaulted beneath the ceaseless skies Eternal mourning, as the trinity dies
Carthusians silently renounce the world Chantry priests sing the hymns for their bethrothed Heretics burn doctrines of the church Their foreheads scarred with the sign of the cross
Dust returns to cloud the morning star Crushed by thunder under evil’s law A golden river turns black with pain and scorn Flowing vast to the steps of the vestry door
Holy martyrs…hear their screams
Holy martyrs…hear their screams Signum crucis…on their knees
Dare not recite the vespers before dawn, Bow your head and cease your blessings to your listless lord Constrained by orders, from a faceless form And none shall take no omens, the toils of life, your soul
Carthusians silently renounce the world Chantry priests sing the hymns for their betrothed Heretics burn doctrines of the church Their foreheads scarred with the sign of the cross
Dust returns to cloud the morning star Crushed by thunder under evil’s law A golden river turns black with pain and scorn Flowing vast to the steps of the vestry door
Holy martyrs…hear their screams Signum crucis…on their kneesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
