Cursed be the seas of judgment These empty spaces unknown to me I seek through the oceans of shifting sands For the words that offer remedies Floating cold under the sun Struggling to rise above To navigate through this blood dimmed world Trespassing holy grounds Higher and higher where hearts grow black Dead cold flames coil around the sun As above so it shall be below Blessed be those bound in black destiny See the shapes of the dead cold sun Twisting Burning in the horizon Empty and cold the shadows fall Drawing down the face of the sun Flames of fever burn the herd of believers Hiding the face of the sun