The scream that freezes souls runs through the expanse
Inhuman cold surround this damned world
Damned by gods abyss of the world
The shelter of the features who inhaled the madness of the universe
The sun is not seen because of the dark
It's a ray of a light witch can't warm
The planet because of the mad people
Their souls are frozen over
Their mind is held by the hatred
Their wish is to rule the universe
These features don't subordinate the creator who confind
The creator who inhaled the harmony of evil and good
The creator gave them an oportunity to think and perfect themselves
Give them the chance to create
Their gods who does good won't realizing evil
