Long have I sought any peace on borders long shut
Every mile of soul you cede are barren fields of ruts
Severe my arm weak ensnared, shackles trembling tear
Rather yield me final release than weak demise by thousand cuts
God given sight and divine seed
Witness child grown and cut down
Like forsaken autumn wheat
Sooner see my breed stillborn
What we had was eternity
Truths we carve row ever dim
For dehth all dominion be
Shrines laid waste on season’s whim
Grant me dark
Scorn the light of life
Grant me dark
Scorn the light of life
Father be damned, mother be cursed
If there was a god, or bloody herd
From void us you tore, now void us return
To hell with life and hell in we burn