Confutatis Maledictis Flammis acribus adictis Voca me cum benedictis Infliction of pain burns inside Moments of pleasure frozen in time I wander amidst the shades Amongst the tombs of a million dead I sleep beneath the unturned stone At witching hour I loose control Infliction of pain burns inside Moments of pleasure frozen in time Your prayers won't help you know Your god is dead, I take your soul Through the fires we dance along Our cursed hears bleed, joined as one This very hour fail my power My pulse beats on the wane Fortune's a knave to impale the brave All weep now for my pain Day of wrath, this day In forgiveness they pray Accused of a thousand sins The gate is closed, yet the flame burns within I wander amidst the shades Amongst the tombs of a million dead I sleep beneath the unturned stone At witching hour I loose control Infliction of pain burns inside Moments of pleasure frozen in time Confutatis Maledictis Flammis acribus adictis Voca me cum benedictis