At the sphere of utmost darkness
Lies the Isle of Prominent Fear
Where hope yet has to shine
Dream- craft of hands Divine
„Your Creation so Fragile
Entangled in Chaotic Despair;
Lust of the flesh... Lust of an Eye... Pride of the Life
Void, my Lord, is what you crave
Your rule of starless skies is ever
Ever so Obsolete“
In river of tears, drowned they were
Legacy of Gods sweeps the Shores
Empty lies a sacred ground
Drenched by lies, fed by woe
In the abyss of the shadows
Cradle holds a spawn of ages
Heir to hollow throne of Wisdom
Immaculate Son
The name will live on
As new Oracles plunge through dawn
Holy Prophet, Holy Mammon
Reedemer of the Lost