Cursed be the seas of judgment
These empty spaces unknown to me
I seek through the oceans of shifting sands
For the words that offer remedies

Floating cold under the sun
Struggling to rise above
To navigate through this blood dimmed world
Trespassing holy grounds

Higher and higher where hearts grow black
Dead cold flames coil around the sun
As above so it shall be below
Blessed be those bound in black destiny

See the shapes of the dead cold sun
Twisting
Burning in the horizon

Empty and cold the shadows fall
Drawing down the face of the sun
Flames of fever burn the herd of believers
Hiding the face of the sun