They don’t hear your prayers
They don’t feel your cry
Their faces hides before your anguish
Your fucking hope is not here
Gods of death
The ashes will be your bread
Your tears will be your drink
Suffering in a state of grace
They shall bring you pain
Gods of death
When you kneel and raise your hands to the sky
The mortal silence consume your soul
There are many paths to choose and fallow
And all will lead you to the tomb
When you kneel and raise your hands to the sky
The mortal silence consume your soul
There are many paths to choose and fallow
And all will lead you to the tomb
Crowned in filth, angels of the mundane
The impious and sinner prevails
Sanctify the gods of impiety
Now and at the hour of our death
Gods of death
Nema!
