Hecatomb

Blood grows cold
Stillness fallen snow
Forsaken world

Haunting
Memories of
Our Ravaged land
Deeds of blood
Destruction
Steel our pact
They shall
Never see
Their two suns rise

Not - not but death
Am I - am I made

Ravens flight warnings of time
Torch glow lights fog below
Blinding red, alien moon
Beckoning, harvest of souls

Not - not but death
Am I -am I made

Galaxy crossed with vengeance as fuel
Upon blades their fates do fall
Blackened blood frozen in snow
Sinister offering of souls
Never see the dawn Rise again
Cursed world becomes their grave
Cursed world