red dust rises from the fields
with the winds comes the storm
there is a hole in the heart of the world
a heart has been made whole
Abraxas emanates in the red
in the aeons that are forever gone
and in the days that are to come
in tortuous hallways of black glass
the splendour and the pain of the restless
our hearts shall find no peace in life
eternally dwelling in Nod
who turned their face from god
when sanity fades with those winds
when we dwell in the shadows of those flowers
when hearts beat lifeless
to the sole reign of death
by boundless will, with trident scars
we forge the misfortune of the world
From the inner, to the ending, to the sole reign of death
until we gather under your scarlet banner
from atop the highest dome
to enter the abyss that is our home