Beneath the moon I've seen the oracle.
I'm walking trough a tunnel with no lights and no reflections.
Anguish found me running beyond this valley, forgotten by God, in so many ways I start to see this as my catharsis.

This is the offering to the fallen wraths.
My loathing ritual consumer of souls.
This collapse between two walls of manipulation.

I create the perfect place to breed this disgust for the humanity. Letting the inner void speak. Through the portal.
With the palms of my hands soaked on this withered blood of this lamb. I disfigure to your blackened world, my words enthralled in this sacrifice.
Thousand nights thinking of you, how could I believe in the Oblivion?

I did evoke my desperation releasing all my demons above this, infernally.
Empty handed, I'm the one who lost all the faith, my eyes, they don't recognize me anymore.
I celebrate the ailment, the image of myself drinking the wine of your open throat.

Anguish found me running beyond this valley forgotten by God in so many ways I start to see this as my catharsis.
On the surface of your blood, several rays forming a star. This is the offering to the fallen wraths.