歌词
A language dead
A complex resolved
A terrible omen black
The true shape of our hell veiled
Retribution inherited
The anvil of flesh awaits
Statues of masked men
Burn the writings of old
Stricken with panic
The deception finally penetrated
The madness born in blood
The legend intact
Retribution inherited
The anvil of flesh awaits
Statues of masked men
Burn the writings of old
Invert the evolution
Of the adept of freedom lost
Invert the evolution
Of the adept of freedom lost
Invert the evolution
Of the adept of freedom lost
Invert the evolution
Of the adept of freedom lost
Quivering and poisoned
Through abandoned lands
The sovereign elements untouched
Imperial caress vanished
