Pouring souls, meandering between rivers Branches of streams that's so black,pierced though the colors of the desaturated. Taking the bloody colors of the soil as they flow Worshipping the bloody shrines of sin Flowing to the altars of dead Bright full moos enlightened the remains of humans Dried blood redden Immortal spells calling the messenger of the remitted Stating,chanting. Stirring the forms of souls that is deranged by the whirlwind. Along with the river, gathered at place Flows of disorder, conformed spells Blowing your ears as they roar