Slaughter of the gods

Unchained spirits of murdered gods
Grieving the loss of their loved ones
The darkness on their soul
We caused by sins they didn't know
Ancestral science, ancient knowledge
Vanished on a single murderous night
Spiritual chants, mighty gods
In vain...
There's nothing left but pain

There's a feeling of strange terror
When noble rituals
Are turned into infernal darkness
Feared, despised

See the hatred in their fatal eyes
Embrace the disgrace
See how the blood dries

My kinsman, the cursed
Citing prophecies, never to occur
The strong were taken to carry
Left to the slaughter, the weak and weary