The Pride Of Perdition


An even ray closes me

In this circle of darkness

I can't escape.

Sometimes a child sings his lullaby,

smiling of dead angels.

Watch ! The empty paradise

awaits The God of soul and stone - severance !

Oh lovely destroyer,

I bestow you my corrupt plagues.

Your blood is mine, Lord: we die.

My blood is yours, Lord: Let's die.