Thy betrayal made this land so dried that rites won't birth more life

Deathlike revenants of old times

By the words of the fathers grown insane

Searing winds will hunt them down

Shall the philosophies of foul ones be the invisible poison

Seething fury comes unbound

Gathering the unworthy bodies

For this righteous bloodshed

Ominous droughts shall choke the rutilant soil with thorned weeds

Embers shall cremate the remains then purge their blood

The scorching rays are glowing while we breath the infected light

By the withered alcove

Seething fury comes unbound

Gathering the unworthy bodies

For this righteous bloodshed

Writhe to feel the scent of steel and rot pouring from warm entrails

Forlorn progenies of old times

Vines encroach the last remnants of their reign to reveal the empty sire

Faded philosophies of bold ones

Now intangible black clots

Fathers - Sever me from all this

Fathers - Sever me from all this

Fathers