Damned under the rays of the waning moon,
 he’s buried in a blackened sky.
 The mad will open the ways that afterwards the wise will cross.
 There is no redemption in your homicidal lineage
 tuck up your shame and despair.

 No other sound than screams,
 No other smell than death.

 Unleashing death and [bad word] over his mangled souls.

 [bad word] by greed,
 blinded by your avarice,
 he hides behind the hands of an inert god.

 Unleashing death and [bad word] over his mangled souls.

 Proud of your heritage? legacy of death.