Towards the Dying Sun We March

From the blood of the earth

From the sacred soil

That alter a spell

Contorting with the stars of revenge

Come forth, martyrs of the underworld!

Blessed, but thou art not

Cruel godhead, thy child, and in the world for so long

Its expression I draw and its march towards the sun, unleashing force

Can't stop me now!

Born out of sins

The setting tides confine charlatan

Between future ov the living, perdition I dwell

Anointed by blissful apocrypha that never ends!

In unyielding expression of selflessness

Where I dare to challenge thy gravity

Thus, speaks the nature of my ways

Thus, the true light illuminates!

Here lie limitless sins ov eminence

Where valiantly boats drifts the world netherward

Standing with a face of hell, last we flog what's crucified

I shall layeth with my soul to rest, untill I reach the sun's might