Woorden: Enthroned. Last Will.

Listen, the insane sound of my last thoughts
Like cut-throat your mind and darken my eyes
Rule all directions, turn altar to grave
Sacrifice in reasons and catch the will of men

...All under all bodies, the enslaved nature is done
The hunger for insanity spring through everything

Raise the arms forged in misfortune
Break the silence from far away and their mysteries

I'm the one who'll take the path
From below in sulphuric landscapes
Where hope can never dwell
Rule all directions, turn altar to grave
Sacrifice in reasons and catch the will of men

Raise the arms forged in misfortune
Break the silence from far away and their mysteries