Emerging from the skies of revulsion

Causing hurt and misery

Victorious powers become ever stronger

Haunted by suspicion



Robbed from my substance, provoking turmoil

Inclination to the cult

Practice the duty of obedience

Blinding pact of death



Lack of hope, worst case scenario

Unable to prevail

Consolidate our balance of power

Afflicted by the damned



Badly marked by raging rumble

Claims to death command

Find the strength in isolation

Out of sensation



Vital slip of waning judgement

Undefeated hopelessness

Strain of faces growing hard

Break determinations



It's the war of the flowers

We'll take what is ours

Our lone power ruler



Still alive and hunted

Seal the final triumph

The bitter fruits of evil



Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war

Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil

Corpulent personality will crush you to the core

Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power



Statement of solidarity

Spartan way of life

Will to endure, subside in rubble

No reality behind it



Macabre climax, raging battle

Steam-rolling hell

Frail attempt to stop the grief

Spear-headed devil



Faint domain of bliss forlorn

Mystical defeat

Rob me from the will to die

Summon the second coming



It's the war of the flowers

We'll take what is ours

Our lone power ruler



Still alive and hunted

Seal the final triumph

The bitter fruits of evil



Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war

Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil

Corpulent personality will crush you to the core

Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power



Marching through the ghostly madness

Draw the backdrop to reality

Watch the end of cultivation

Climax is showing



Risky blend of resignation

Nationwide unconsciousness

Block by block and hand to hand

Saintly stop; relapsing decline



It's the war of the flowers

We'll take what is ours

Our lone power ruler



Still alive and hunted

Seal the final triumph

The bitter fruits of evil



Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war

Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil

Corpulent personality will crush you to the core

Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power



Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war

Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power