In the darkness of the night, drifting mysteriously Being an omen and the voice of curse The gravity slides and overlaps the axis of the other world What doesn't exist in the real world Will come into existence
Materialistic notion will be resurrected It doesn't exist but makes itself exist The mentally weak who rely on God Can't maintain even their existence The reality that couldn't happen in the human world pushes people's souls into the darkness The fools who were called saints cry out forgetting prayers for the god
Those who have ancient wisdom become the kings They and the materialized baal spread curses The cross hanging from the neck is the token It brings curses together The more you pray the god The more the negative gravity increases
Plague is spread The earth is covered with bodies Sticky resentment floats in the air The idol gently opens his eyes Then gives a freezing smile In the never-ending night The dark red sun is drifting mysteriously