Tekster:
Blinded By Faith Under An Occult Sun

ever-growing While Nature is speaking only the deaf is listening With an open eye, see, Mother dying Reflecting the spectre of a spiritual disaster Even under

by my side, reveal your patriotic pride, We hold the hammer of justice, Sacrosanct keepers of purity, We need more lives to feed the machine... We have to win, by

I was born alone in a crypt Where I grew up as an hermit. This decrepit cave is filled With petrified figures. I've devoted my life to infamy Among these

Corruption seeps in the city Under military security Dictators in planes and limousines Show their presidential prestige This reunion is a mere facade

Once again, the sun has sunk in the horizon, Breaching the Occident with crimson wounds, Come, o Noctambulesque, creep under my shroud and spread concupiscence