Confutatis
Maledictis
Flammis acribus adictis
Voca me [bad word] 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 [bad word] benedictis