Seeds of the plague were rooted deep
Branches of malice grew above mountains majesty
Blood innocent was turned to wine
Flowing from wounds of ancient fathers of mine
Prophecies of flesh I now reveal
Under twilight skies of ebony
In the name of God and their belief
They killed and ordered me to kneel
But now they'll taste my will...
Ravens, gather flesh for feast
Rip hearts out of the bodies of our hated enemies
Tonight is the winter solstice eve
And damn, if I shall ever believe
Nation, the dirge for thee now I must sing
An everlasting elegy...
Of wonders I dream every night and day
That the suffering one day shall pass away...
But yet on my feet standing I remain
With hope I stare at the sleeping stones that once my brother were...
Awake...
Blinded by wrath, walking rage path
For gods that were dethroned by messengers of death
Enslaved... Thus deep...
Vengeance is wine, the darkest sign
Dead nation's sons are gathered under heavens of thine
Enslaved... Thus deep...
This is the soil, whereupon my temple once stood
And these the ruins, surrounding this place of doom
Footsteps of time couldn't harm this testimony
Shall forever remind of the Winter Solstice Eve...