We shall pray

I know that we shall pray / we shall pray.
And we die from within with misery.

I know that fiend possesses me / and we turn red…
And we cry tears of lava / for all the infinity.

I am coming with my foresight of bloodshed.
Dead from within / i lie to rest in the night as a blasphemer.

We can see him / deep in the night shades.
He is going back, creating a bleak landscape.

We cry for our sins and in hell we shall pray.

Their decrepit wings are wounding and lashing our minds with thousand visions.
Hear the cries from the misers in the end of the burials.

He is going back … putrid within, putrid without.
A raven is going precise to my neck.

I am leaving to rest in this final hour.
My dead crying soul has the dead power.
We can't see him / he's hiding in that tower.
My corpse, my pray, your pray, all that fucking madness.
Missing hopes, life is gone with our vanished souls.