Ancient rust on black Scarlet curve of wrath Spill a bleak revenge In Gethsemane
I will make you pay, Bleed your scarlet guilt To reconquer day From filth
And they fall like leaves Brittle to the touch Where blood is only grey Only grey
Bakar: "We are the Moonkult. I am Bakar, the First. You see, brother, the world that was is dead. It was foul, teeming with sin. As mankind made its final discovery, the end of the patience of God, the experiment was ended. The world was returned into the shape of moon, a clean state. Only when aeons of penitence have passed, befitting the crime, and mankind has forgotten sin, desire, rebellion, only then will the world be born anew. A perfect, newborn world."
Stay away Bleed away Fall like statues Mute like sleep
And to the end of day I will run from your lies If there is sanctuary I shall find it or cease
Bakar: "You, my son, are the sacrifice to die for our sins, until we'll finally be forgiven."