Escape from the Hall of Despair. Clear the way to the epoch of search. Arise from the moral half-dead state. It is the beginning of a new world. You can yield to demands – Your fiends will not fail to remind of these facts, But disciples of constant stagnation Will be struck from the will And condemned to die alone…
From decline to conversion Each day compels to prepare for the worst. From conversion to birth We all look for supernatural grace. We become blind… we decay…
[Chorus]: So share your fears with your shade If you don’t recognize any ally in war… It’s vain to protest the decision, When you don’t believe in your rights… For the sake of new times You must be a guide for the like-minded crowd. The index of veiled dimensions Is the burden, granted to you from above.
We’ll bleed for you like you bled for us – In torment, slowly, coming apart. Afraid to trust what you’ve done when we came You take a step back and come down to the abyss. Falling… Passion… It will always remain From cold to flames through the aeon of lie. You obtain the admission To encrypted index of ways to survive.