So, my soul is whittled, with axe of executioner
With soul covered in the abyss of night
I look in the dark with owl's eyes
And I can see shadow of my soul
Born from hate, born from pain
I am condamned to make devastation
Like an ancient fathers I have to fight
I'll touch the blood with my hands it will be done
I'm going through pool sowed by dead bodies
My axe in my hands shivers
My revenge, my devastation
I pray for the old days without god and cross
Still I'm going and I don't care
I have to do what I have to do
Rules lost in time
I will tear out from deepest light
