Rise lords of our curse, anciently banished
Posses the glory of worthy as gods
Sealed in water boiling cold of no faith
From the abyss they sense our pledge
In awe all bowing heads roll
Disfigured, defaced worshipping hate
Skinned follower feeding a deathwish
Soulless dread, they reach their claim
Revealed in waters boiling cold of pure faith
Disfigured, defaced feeding on our hate
But in awe bowing heads roll
6. Vague Cries (Of Unborn Lives)
Open the realms of the deceased
Opening as silence dies
I can't maintain this hunger
-Strike these fields in battlesomber
[Chorus:]
Listen...to vague cries
Of distant times
-Of unborn lives - Torn
Can't control it any longer
Strike these fields as powermonger
[Repeat Chorus.]