S.I.N.

Behold last glimpse of day

Frozen stars, blinding decay

Beneath departed starry skies

Blood changed, shallow sinners cry

Follow through the elders rage

From the sphere, dark crystal burns

Broken may the dreamer be

Sleeping souls, as eyeless see

From the spell of invocation

Man disrupted. Soulless bleeds

Choirs of the dead awakened

Like a burning star

Son of morning never glow

True heartless blackness ascend

From horizons old distorted

Arise midst death and pain

Damnation close to demons heart

Dragons fire, storms disease

Alit the grounds of the sacred hordes

As dawn of shadows advance

Poisoning the stone of Archer

Bitter wine from the spoiled earth

A feast of war that madness binds

Behold the last glimpse of the day

Frozen stars death and decay

Beneath departed hollow skies

Angels of the sun will die

Follow through the elders rage

From the sphere, where poison burns

Broken may the sinner be

Sleeping souls, as faceless screams