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 d**h 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