Harvest glory be unto us
Dominion, stand with us
Hold our gloom in this tomb
Open our rivers and spill the truth
Bile and rot stain the stone
As erosion eats below
We control the thunder in its chest
As the ghoul snuffs its last breath
Serpent wind, a feather taken from the breast
Carving boundaries in our flesh
Enter the fearless void
Behold where boundaries are destroyed
With seven eyes in our left hand
We hold the keys to hell and death
Buried once, unearthed again
We've chosen sorrow
It calls life to end
Carving boundaries in flesh

INVIA LE CORREZIONI