Closest touch of death and life

Living now obeying night

Dead with them in ritual mess

‘Long to equinox obsessed

Take my bones to carnival

Where rotting corpses in the ball

With skeletons masquerade

Andes’ echo roars

Fate means death

For those who ignore a tradition

Holding tight to fragile bones

Generations of tombstones

Reveal the power and enlight your way

This is your primordial doom

We fought our enemies

Discarded falsе tragedies

For darkness thеy prepared

Our path

With sword and gold you paved the way

But brave enough responds with slay

Enslaving once

Prepare to fight their seeds

Free your soul from inner waste

Light and shadow rearranged

Through the ball space pulses

In reborn

Fate means death

For those who ignore a tradition