Born but Buried, I Can See the Light

Mistress Lilith, the master of fear

Let me die, a release from the original sin

In the lowest place, I am buried, dark and cold

But the time has come, shall we all be damned?

I saw the most inhuman rite

Obsessed fanatics, entranched by voodoo spells

Raptured feast, supper

Ritual of descent, sodomize the sanctities

I feel the need of the dream

I whispered to imagine the warmth

I drowned in the whirlpools of deadly conflicts

In the lowest place, I am buried

Dark and cold, isolated, I can't see the light

Born but buried, the moon of sorrow, she has it's darkland

Banshee of doom cry, bonded by hate, raped by greed

With misery and pain

I drain my blood for all sins

Darkness, he has seen my end

I shed my body for all beggars

Decayed in the ground

Feel no mercy, I prostrate

Marching shadows, awakening of the void

May god have mercy on us

In the eden of the damned, I saw an illusion

Or was it a truth?

There is nothing but butchery in my vision

The time has come, death only knows

The gate of hell awaits beyond the realm of humanity

Fate has decreed that blasphemy should be done

All of us will be butchered by the hands of glory

Restless torment, no return

Echoed in the voices of insanity

Isolated, I can't see the light

Made extinct by the void of obscurity

They collapse in helplessness, I know I am the messiah

So I must subject them all with tortures

Restless torment, no return

Echoed in the voices of insanity

Born but buried, I can't see the light

I am made immortal by the obscurity