I'm calling for my forefather souls 'I know it's hard to hear last words

Slow rot inside of alive let the madfall just into the suffer

All cursed lives are bleeding, it's quit, when you know you're dying

I just want to raise the glass of blood, because my real feast is just

beginning



Designated for eternity

I'm looking for fate in darker places

I know ' my cross will keep my soul

In the cursed home' I believe



Life is inevitable heaviness of death, all those dreams are this point of

insanity

Separated from the pain, you're feeling destruction of jail

Incarnation in the dark, immortality form real body

Raise the glass of blood for me, with my real feast is just beginning



I'm dying in the night, in grips of dark

I'll remain alive only through death

Through insomnia liberated temptations

I have lived like an angel, I'll die like the devil



I'm calling for my forefather souls 'I know, it's hard to hear last words

Slow rot inside of alive let the madfall, just into the suffer

Feeling the growing pain on maze ways, I have gone into the entrails of dark

Martyring unreal flesh for conscience sake, closing my eyes for the last

painful temptations



Blood-stained cross rouses my tornments

Blood-stained soul, I must bear a rage of fire

Life is quad, which you want to shun

Starting on a doomsday