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In the graveyard in the land of Death

Our greed has brought to thee

All we have made and used to be

Since thou silently beheld to Cain

Now we worship under pale light, My Mistress

Where purity has left away

These children claim for Thy great silhouette

With pride and honor

The pagan faith, we choose this way

Congregate whole Thy damned creatures

We lead this pale moonchild horde

We’ll be Thy sons to start the final rite!

We’re sinful before Thy sight

and fighting side by side

to keep with pride the ancestry

that once they stole from us

A déjà vu…

Jesus Christ won’t save from hellion sins

No matter they say heaven belongs

to those who hide inside a church

Saves us, Oh¡ white Queen

In the circle crying for thee

Gloom weep feeds our hearts

And hate through our veins

“Thou shalt be my sons

My anger to mankind”

Tonight the pale moonchild rises because of Thee

While the glimmer light decays in misery

Mesmerized by nuns and virgins

Fulfilled with lies, this faith is truly weak