Misa de requiem! Ye born in the chambers of death Running through the plains of oblivion Been here to slay or be slain And respect the things that I scorn Control the flow Turning the temples into graves Surrendered to the hunger of Great Void The dying sun is all ours It's apocalypse on the run Fidelis ad mortem Watching them born on their knees Smothered by spiral repetition Either death or nothing in the realms of despair Never-ending highway of war Undeniable acceptance of programmed fate Non sanctuary! It won't be redeemed You feed the flames of Tremendum And be buried with your doubts in graves Revelation emerges in death Welcome endless day Saviours of mankind eaten by schorching abyss Again and again