Songtext von Vivant Tenebrae

Rise against this dystopian cycle See the earth eradicate its last virus Mortal fever, you are ill Resting minds kneeled to your own blindness With no bend I will rise Against your ignorance your own disband Making my own future We are condemned to nothing The betraying gods feasting on their knees Upon our graveyards Those laughing skulls Unconscious of their end The seventh morning star Reflecting its self-made hell Upon this universal abyss Here to bring down the lusty creation The Gabas warrior feasting on their knees Upon, our graveyards Lust has come into deep black masses Invoke to rise the serpent God Rise against this dystopian cycle See the earth eradicate its last virus Mortal fever, you are ill Resting minds kneeled to your own blindness With no bend I will rise against your ignorance Your own disband making my own future We are condemned to nothing The betraying gods feasting on their knees upon our graveyards Unleash primordial chaos In my human form Worship and hail the seal Corrupt the flesh of man Ora pro Belial Vivant tenebrae!