In distant I

Of movement still

The trail of absence

Infected will

Of blood thirst rise

No other strive

A lying tongue

Of vision deprived

Now another day

It's just like before

We slaughter mornings epilogue

Crucified by another remission

Since the victim never lie

We're lead by a dead vision

On a bleeding earth

The father and all children

Of a vision turned to rust

Will reach back for one second

Hesitation, fragile lust

"the earth in it's entirety

Drenched in blood is nothing but a

Vast altar on which every living being must die

Until all is devoured, until the wicked is rid

Until death itself is dead, on our

Our bleeding earth"

Crucified by another remission

Since the victim never lie

We're lead by a dead vision

On a bleeding earth