I found her each time I lose myself beyond The crimson desert sands Where Nahash reincarnates Through labyrinths of hidden truth The mirage becomes an undeniable fact Before their corss you cry They live their perfect lie Dying out for no course When the path gets clear enough To guide them towards the final day While rivers of blood are the fate Of those whom dare to open thee eyes The veins of the barren desert Witness the rupture Constellations of stolen worlds Raze the weak kingdom of flesh Sculpting with lies the will of their messiah Generation of enslaved minds Running reckless under an empty sky Many fought and died for nothing While my eyes delight with their innocence A naked-bodies Procession Heading for their mortal fate No time to wait the cursed prophecy When everybody stares the spectral dawn An old remembrance on the bloody ground The sacrilegious scorn feeds the white crows With the bleak ambush of death Penitents souls are devoured by the Immortal hug of a fake God