And the roaring is the thought of fear, and this patience marks the only master
The claws, with grip on every hope Sealing the fate in the hereafter
Towards, we fly, a victorious journey, allied in death, the common portrait through suicide
Unholy, oath of the noble blood, the well of bones, bastards son, a thousand souls for the fallen one
[Lead Marco]
[Lead Dennis]
And so the industry of death is here, his dynasty beholds the throne supreme
Thus predicted, lasting through time
'So be it', whispers the cold, as I die
Towards, we fly, a victorious journey, allied in death, the common portrait through suicide
Unholy, oath of the noble blood, the well of bones, bastards son, a thousand souls for the fallen one
[Lead Dennis]