All sanity's doom awaits beyond the given And in the order of the sign of sin You fall as the one misled From where I stand, I can't see your reality But you can see mine, in death and in blood
To not stand the ground you walk on Means you have nothing to tread
A dawn praising the unholy three Dead souls still cry and plea for sympathy Their insecurity through loss of their purity Makes them ours to burn
In a time before the hours of death You close your eyes in lack of faith
A soul torn apart Empty eyes betrayed by frail hope As ignorance suffers from defeat A malign star is cut into the face of mankind
To not stand the ground you walk on Means you have nothing to tread
Unpure malice triumph reflects their misery One by one they fall in the end To where all that's pure and human falls... Through winds of storming fire Into deep black halls...