In this dark tribulation
Where weakest souls are immolated
As they slither and souls will collide
In the celebration of this ignored generation
Welcome to the world of the blood mortals
As they slither in the horror of the land
Into the breast of damnation's glory
The ancient one is set for us to never see
In the dusk of the shadow horn
In the ending of all light
We are the dead
We are the living
We are the ones who will rise above the glory
We are the night
We are the children of the anti-Christ
A dance of immortality
Slipping our lust, shedding our mortality
Play with the fire of life
As my mind turns dark, I become eternal
How I wish for death
The peaceful notion of my nothingness
It's written, it's made up by the rotten flesh
This feeling a damned soul a notion of me
Ridden, by the cold winds of war
A walk a lonely path inside my mind
In this dark tribulation
Where weakest souls are immolated
As they slither and souls will collide
In the celebration of this ignored generation
Welcome to the world of the blood mortals
As they slither in the horror of the land
Into the breast of damnations glory |
