Ordalium The Last Prayer
I am at the end of my path
There is nothing behind my back.
And here is
My last prayer.
Rise from the fire of hateful hearts
Rise from the gore of razored eyes.
Tore out from our throats
In clouds of bloody dust.
Release enslaved
Throygh their death.
Blow up dread seals
Out of our souls.
Drag out our hearts
Crash altar stones.
Your mess - our flesh
Your greets - our moans.
