Dawn of the inevitable is the beginning of the end

Bottomless trepidation spreads like epidemic

Put your trembling hand on the useless Bible

Give the last prayer reaches no one

Here comes perdition

A loss of faith makes a pile of abandoned crosses

It will be a monument to pitiful futileness

Put your trembling hand on the useless Bible

Give the last prayer reaches no one

Today is the day

All icons shed tears of blood

This is the beginning of the end

Today is the day

All icons shed tears of blood

Here comes perdition