Unchained spirits of murdered gods Grieving the loss of their loved ones The darkness on their soul We caused by sins they didn't know Ancestral science, ancient knowledge Vanished on a single murderous night Spiritual chants, mighty gods In vain... There's nothing left but pain
There's a feeling of strange terror When noble rituals Are turned into infernal darkness Feared, despised
See the hatred in their fatal eyes Embrace the disgrace See how the blood dries
My kinsman, the cursed Citing prophecies, never to occur The strong were taken to carry Left to the slaughter, the weak and weary
