Woorden:
Undying This Day All Gods Die

gods bestow are but despair and disease gilded in fool's gold of what does our voice sing in the chorus of distress? this day all gods dies

Vertaling: Eeuwig. Deze Dag Alle Goden Die.

gods bestow are but despair and disease gilded in fool's gold of what does our voice sing in the chorus of distress? This day all gods die.

burns within an incandescent flame kindled and rekindled the fire of life burns forever self consumed and renewed everyplace and everything in this

under this bloodred sky i offer this tortured flesh to gods under your heavens my soul spent worthless lay this life down bring me divinity to answer

the damned the art of salvation crafted by hands that would kill.....that would kill a wasteland, a ruin is all that remains as this iron-age dissolves