red dust rises from the fields with the winds comes the storm shadows of flowers mark the path shadows of flowers in twilight reborn
the crown of life is stained with blood gaze falling to the east crushed by will shattered to pieces all that remains is the silence of abel
where is the sheperd? weaving the chain where is the sheep? wailing in vain United in absence united in death there is a hole in the heart of the world a heart has been made whole firstborn-father-king Abraxas emanates in the red
the silence of abel echoes through our veins in the aeons that are forever gone and in the days that are to come the silence of abel echoes in our dreams in tortuous hallways of black glass thy will be done
a man to fall a king to rise the splendour and the pain of the restless our hearts shall find no peace in life eternally dwelling in Nod is the seed of those who turned their face from god
at every dusk with every heartbeat when sanity fades with those winds when we dwell in the shadows of those flowers when love is but a word when hearts beat lifeless when silence reigns we remember thy mark inside and outside towards the end to the sole reign of death
by boundless will, with trident scars we forge the misfortune of the world firstborn-father-king From the inner, to the ending, to the sole reign of death
until we gather under your scarlet banner from atop the highest dome we shall call your name to enter the abyss that is our home