Testo
Servants of the dead
Have through eternity liberated
In the purest form of darkness
Recanting the defected
In rapture, we awake
The presence of god, we embrace
His mighty eyes, his mighty face
In all his lies we discover the maze
In the eyes of the dead
All the thoughts are saturated
In the purest form of darkness
Recanting the defected
Like prey and predator
Slow burning
A search in anger
No yearning
Like prey and predator
We all return to dust
In rapture, we awake
The presence of god, we embrace
Rest, in pieces
Rest, broken
No true way out
Rest, in litany
Rest, in pieces
Rest, in litany
