All we were born under light of dead star
Our flesh was damaged but mind was still sharp
We tried to percive the depth of the abyss
But it was mistake it was long road to nowhere
I'm on the field of harvest
I'm only sword
Our oath is hold us down
We die but not absolve
Our pride and our madness
Brought us to the net of lie
Yes we begged to give us power
For that we died
There no longer grief or sorrow
Only thirst of flesh we follow
There's no doubt or hesitation
No fear and no starvation
No more fear of anguish and strife
Cold of death we bring to your life
Only memories remind us
All the pain and terror of past
