Confutatis

Maledictis

Flammis acribus adictis

Voca me cum benedictis

Infliction of pain burns inside

Moments of pleasure frozen in time

I wander amidst the shades

Amongst the tombs of a million dead

I sleep beneath the unturned stone

At witching hour I loose control

Infliction of pain burns inside

Moments of pleasure frozen in time

Your prayers won't help you know

Your god is dead, I take your soul

Through the fires we dance along

Our cursed hears bleed, joined as one

This very hour fail my power

My pulse beats on the wane

Fortune's a knave to impale the brave

All weep now for my pain

Day of wrath, this day

In forgiveness they pray

Accused of a thousand sins

The gate is closed, yet the flame burns within

I wander amidst the shades

Amongst the tombs of a million dead

I sleep beneath the unturned stone

At witching hour I loose control

Infliction of pain burns inside

Moments of pleasure frozen in time

Confutatis

Maledictis

Flammis acribus adictis

Voca me cum benedictis