The anointer's pit is full with saints and whores
Traitors of their own, baptism of blood
The lonely sunshine, their anguish of death
The holy trine, our nameless bequeath
The traveler, the walker, shepherd of the void
The prince, the sun, lord of the overjoyed
For which existence is inconsequential!
For which existence is Reverential!
For which you crave, do your worst my lord
Come to us, descend!
The anointer's pit is full with saints and whores
Traitors of their own, baptism of blood
They live of misery and abandon
In the altar of God, a feast of youth is done
Lambs tied with threads of light
All has been decided, without a chance to fight
Disciples of heaven are sentenced to burn
Treading upon them, for only one desire!
The kindred blessed king, seeker of embers
The virgin that lost her first son? oh she trembles
Emissary of the damned, a storm of death
Arrive to consume and destroy all those who oppose!
Bodies engraved with the eternal god's brand
Above the bodies of your mates, With wings of a hawk
The guardian angels are all sentenced to burn
Above the bodies of your foes, the prince of the choir!!
For which you crave, Do your worst my lord
With wings of a hawk, The prince of the choir!!