Rise lords of our curse, anciently banished Posses the glory of worthy as gods Sealed in water boiling cold of no faith From the abyss they sense our pledge In awe all bowing heads roll Disfigured, defaced worshipping hate Skinned follower feeding a deathwish Soulless dread, they reach their claim Revealed in waters boiling cold of pure faith Disfigured, defaced feeding on our hate But in awe bowing heads roll 6. Vague Cries (Of Unborn Lives) Open the realms of the deceased Opening as silence dies I can't maintain this hunger -Strike these fields in battlesomber [Chorus:] Listen...to vague cries Of distant times -Of unborn lives - Torn Can't control it any longer Strike these fields as powermonger [Repeat Chorus.]
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