In Deathlike Silence

Here at the edge of the world

Born under the darkest light

Beyond the grace of god

Baptized in blood and ice

Born to break stones for the lord

Oppressed between the giants

Those who left their hands unstained

Unworthy of the true light of darkness

When you are nothing but dust and bones

May we breath silently again

"And I saw the pilars come rumbling down

In the desecrated temple of your false god"

You call it sick devotion

I call it salvation

The Windraped soil lies in deathlike silence

Above the choir of spirits screams

Behold the swarm of black birds

They shall peck your bones clean

My flesh is poisoned from within

Cursed by my own blood since birth

But once more I shall arise in sin

Destroy the thrones of light, let the darkness in

"your holy scriptures, nothing but a pile of ashes

Moldering in embers of our unholy black fire"

You call it sick devotion

I call it salvation