Standing brave, feeling proud even if enslaved
When my anger and rage burns, I won't be saved

This land of sins, forgotten in pain
May this be thy grave!
The skies are a red that is redder than blood
Then blood starts to rain on this land of greed

When I finally close my eyes
I will see the truth
When I finally speak the truth
the wisdom shall be born

The reign of terror covers this land
Then all shall be my slave!
The skies are a red that is redder than blood
Then blood starts to rain as you bleed

In the soul grave
I shan't be saved
In the soul grave
I am a soul slave!

The soul grave
The cold grave
The soul grave, the soul slave, the soul grave
The cold grave

Can you feel my regret in pain
When the truth is denied
only the greed shall remain

I will die not to die, I will live not to live
A life lives in death when a life dies in death
Seek your way, your way to die
Choose your way, your way to die
I'll die not to die, I'll live not to live
I'm a sayer of the prayer
I'm the prayer of the cursed
I'm the prayer to die first

Pain to gain, forever insane
if darkness ever comes
Praise the dark, the dark in vein, follow the blind
(the wisdom) you'll find

This land of sins, forgotten in pain
Belongs to none but the brave!
The skies are a red that is redder than blood
Then blood starts to rain, your fate you await!

The skies are dark, as dark as death
(that's) seeking its revenge
Obedience in misery, never again
dawn of a victory

Stranded and lose without any hope
On the road to hell I'll pave
The skies are a red that is redder than blood
Then blood starts to rain on the land I (did) create!