In distant I
Of movement still
The trail of absence

Infected will

Of blood thirst rise

No other strive
A lying tongue
Of vision deprived


Now another day
It's just like before

We slaughter mornings epilogue

Crucified by another remission

Since the victim never lie
We're lead by a dead vision
On a bleeding earth


The father and all children
Of a vision turned to rust

Will reach back for one second
Hesitation, fragile lust


"the earth in it's entirety,
Drenched in blood is nothing but a
Vast altar on which every living being must die

Until all is devoured, until the wicked is rid,
Until death itself is dead, on our,
Our bleeding earth"


Crucified by another remission
Since the victim never lie

We're lead by a dead vision
On a bleeding earth