Towards the Dying Sun We March

From the blood of the earth From its sacred soil That alters a spell Contorting with the stars of revenge Come forth, martyrs of the underworld! Blessed, but thou are not! Cruel godhead, thy child, and in the world for so long Its expression I draw out and march towards the sun Unleashing force Can't stop me now! Born of the seas The setting tides confine reality Between future ov the living, perdition I dwell Anointed by blissful hypocria that never ends! In unyielding expression of selflessness Where I dare to challenge thy gravity Thus, speaks the nature of my ways Thus, the true light illuminates! Here lie limitless sins ov eminence Where valiant boats implode, drifts the world netherwards Standing with face of hell, lest we flog what's crucified I shall layeth with my soul to rest, until I reach the sun's might!