With the powers of my dark soul
With the anger of my dreams
With the sound of the nature
I take care of thee

Wolves are gathering to the song of the crows
The moon will clear our souls
What remains is pure hatred
Not what once was

The sign is burned in our soul
Decline of the christian faith
We'll see their decadance soon
Shoving our prayers into blood

The orisons falling in dirt
The icons straining, getting hurt
Blighted towers biting the sky
The holiest image in my dark soul i cry