This scarlet rain enslaves me As it drains the life out of heaven The blood of saints is descending I can see the sky thorn, wide open It’s more reflection is sinking towards the chasms, Seems all invocations is left here to burn
I watch the fallen rise to cruel Those filthy lies, whom ever god may be There’s no infinity just closing chapters Made by the frames tide
It’s time to clean our wounds For the forthcoming reich will Tear down the blind
I watch the fallen rise to cruel Those filthy lies, whom ever god may be There’s no infinity just closing chapters Made by the frames tide
It is fatal that we prevail, The false guidance will collide with the true forms of existence
These veils of black surrounds me I caress and embrace the envy that it provides to enchant it’s story This legend will grow.