To the blackest line, where they walk upon bloods In the name of the dawn they'll see their feet's devoured by their agony To all wanderers who are seeking for world's glimmers As not all the glimmers is gold they'll see the peace in their sanity As the life is the act of wiring out the path The end of it is a chainblast of infinity At the very first breath in the Day of Mizan It's time to convey all the filth and sins of humanity It's time to convey all the filth and sins of humanity