In a boundless and spectral field
Some old ruins are telling me
About furious deeds of invaders

It smells of cruelty and genocide.
He trudges hardly out of the light
Broken bones harrow the flesh.

He seems to hear and advice in their wind
And then he drinks the Blood of the Dead


Hold on, despite the dark in your mind
Hold on, the sickle won't wait your time
Hold on, despite the black in your eyes

Hold on

A baleful swarming impious desecration

An evil seeding takes him a new life
His eyes are haunted with ruby damnation
One draught and you can't refrain from the blood

He trudges hardly towards the darkness
Blinding, wrathful, that thirst never ceases
Lust for flesh, he can feel the death living

He sinks in league with dark forces

Now I clearly see which side I stand


But when the beast wakes up, the hunger must be
satisfied

And when the darkness descends you'll pray and beg
for your pain and your grief
But after all you'll hear the call of the one who redraft

all his creatures

Abate your rage, eternity is long

The human race will feed you with blood
Don't be afraid about what will be
Believe in me...