Sythe's cold edge thrust

Spreading blood on their face

Bells toll the coming of their final days

Red flowers growing

To mark all our tears

The pain and the anguish

We're planting the seeds

Reaching forward, through the dark

Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud

Reaching forward, through the dark

Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you're marked

Contorted spirit

Distorted creed

You know that your time has come

When the soil bleeds

Contorted spirit

Distorted creed

You know that your time has come

When the soil bleeds

Rot and corrosion

The throth in your lungs

There is no release

Gasp despair through the mud

Red flowers growing

To mark all our tears

The pain and the anguish

We're planting the seeds

Reaching forward, through the dark

Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud

Reaching forward, through the dark

Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you're marked

Contorted spirit

Distorted creed

You know that your time has come

When the soil bleeds

Contorted spirit

Distorted creed

You know that your time has come

When the soil bleeds