Testo Bloodstain

Back to the unknown land of the unborn
Extirpate their soul
From this dying mold
All they will leave here is a bloodstain
Imprinted on the parched roots of our pain
Can you hear the laughs of the dead ?
This is the sound of Freedom...
The organic shackles are broken The blackened dream is forgotten...but unforgiven
A morbid dance begins on a extinct furnace
The thick smoke conceals the disgrace
Of the kneeling bodies
With their bloodshot eyes
They only see deformed shadows
The burning wind sweeps along the ashes
Of a still-born god