I found her each time
I lose myself beyond
The crimson desert sands
Where nahash reincarnates

Through labyrinths of hidden truth
The mirage becames an undeniable fact

Before their corss you cry

They live their perfect lie
Dying out for no course
When the path gets clear enough
To guide them towards the final day

While rivers of blood are the fate
Of those whom dare to open thee eyes
The veins of the barren desert
Witness the rupture

Constellations of stolen worlds
Raze the weak kingdom of flesh
Sculpting with lies the will of their messiah

Generation of enslaved minds
Running reckless under an empty sky
Many fought and died for nothing
While my eyes delight with their innocence

A naked-bodies procession
Heading for their mortal fate
No time to wait the cursed prophecy
When everybody stares the spectral dawn

An old remembrance on the bloody ground
The sacrilegious scorn feeds the white crows
With the bleak ambush of death
Penitents souls are devoured by the immortal hug of a fake God