The secrets of cities fade
 The wail of cretins cease
 Enveloped by waves of shadows
 As armies of locusts charge
 Devouring our [bad word]  Fateful days lay twisted and [bad word] 
 Morning dew, a dying soul
 As flowers fade to black
 Forget-me-not's remember well
 The call of darkness brought by the lonesome wind
 Fatal whispers and tears of death

 Void, formless, fear-breathing
 Ill fury
 Will [bad word] you
 To never see the light

 While the souls of martyrs mourned
 As the cries of chaos plagued a dying world
 We stooped down into the depths
 Of a splendid world
 Blinded by the haunting depths
 Hand in hand with sinners
 Until soon all was lost