Sermon Songtext / Lyric

He told the lie, the great deceit again and again through centuries untold The death of lands, the murder of man

in a land where life is no more

Cursed

He wandered the razorvalley

Bitter

He beheld the rise of man

Good thought lost in the myriad of false

only vengeance only murder only dark

Now The day is upon us and behold

The coming of death the coming of ends

Cursed

Murder, unquenched in souls unborn

The fate of all in a single moment

Acceptance, no apologies told

No warning, no endtimes nigh

Only the freezing gust

World of man screams its anguish

Bleeds like an open sore

In the chalice of ideology

The concept of mercy is no more...

No fires in the sky

No angelsong

Just with a silent sigh

cold and sharp

Like a whispering wind

the end comes

Touched, caressed

all life falls

Like a whispering wind

the end comes

Towards the absolute end of all things...

Cursed

He wandered the razorvalley

Bitter

He beheld the rise of man

World of man screams its anguish

Bleeds like an open sore

In the chalice of ideology

The concept of mercy is no more...

The fate of all in a single moment

Acceptance, no apologies told

No warning, no endtimes nigh

Only the freezing gust