Flashed by fake prophecies if a better World, moths turn around a fading light. Wings that demand the final burn, Forever it praised to dive into the light. Death Worship. The game is tricked from the beginning, Can't escape the trap you're falling In, all this abuse and this bitter taste... Reborn to spit at your face. Death Worship. Leaving no remorse for a world that you hate, Leaving no regrets for the grieves that you make. No sun will ever warm us, revealed by Dead Worship, No light will ever guide us, Revealed by Death Worship, No God will ever submit us, revealed by Death Worship.