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This is the voice of the condemned, true sorrow doesn't flirt with hope

Decapitate the confessor, the audience is waiting

This is the voice of the condemned, true sorrow lives in darkness

Let the wind scavenge the land, on which black rain will fall

We are the shadows that grow from your fears

We draw your eyes to our image, to reclaim our solemn creation

Only in death you shall be free, flying above the fiery sky

Where countless stars build their empire you shall find tranquility

The earth stops hanged into silence

And blackened by an ancient frost

The abyss opens as the prophecy told

The black clouds of evil unfold

We are the shadows that grow from your fears

We draw your eyes  to our image, to reclaim our solemn creation

Only in death you shall be free, flying above the fiery sky

Where countless stars build their empire you shall find tranquility