Et Nox Facta Est 가사

How that gentle seed could have made such a bitter fruit? The suns were far away but all like still lives were shining in an eternal dawn. The thunder rumbled into the deaf skies Creating a myriad of entities called men. Inside my life has quickly turned to a gruesome celebration, 'cause everyday, men, by their own hands satisfy their dementia. Inside their heart was reigning the deep and gloomy darkness of a new feeling I don't have. But now I understand that word ; the thing they call "fear". They broke the spell tonight, now I got to divorce them. They have committed an unforgivable sin and signed a pact with my starving rival. I have lost the final battle. Goodbye. Adeus.