Tekstovi: Paradise Lost. Gothic. Rapture.

In agony we are now twisted unblessed
We must strive, repulsed by the false
Harmony, blinded by truth
That eyes can't hope to see

Foolish man must die
For the sins that he creates
Forgive Lord - we must be weak


Remove the weight of sin, release harmony
Resist the throes of his embrace
Ignorant laws thrust in our face