Under a sulfurous firmament
And bloodthirsty, the dead soil 'neath our feet
The leaden clouds, the hundred jaws
Snatching, mewling and drooling guts
Quivering comes the welkin pale
With blood-curdling wails
Of the woebegone and broken
The bloodless cries of ghostly shades
Dinning with rage
As they loom against the horizon
Side by side they appear
Crippled and depraved
Yet still so intimate and dear
Wroth and grim
Yet still so full of fear
Father, mother, daughter and son
Blood of my blood, heart of my heart
Have we not been one
By grace now to be torn apart
As the carnix roared twice, and once more
The sorrow hosts rage
And gnashing of teeth
As the lines clash face to face
With the malicious fiend
On the battleground, all alone
Side by side they appear
Crippled and depraved
And shaking with fear
Father, mother, daughter and son
Blood of my blood, heart of my heart
Have we not been one
By grace now to be torn apart
Vissupe attepisas
Ancus eðði trātu in medíei
Sīrobivotūtos
Vissupe attepisas
Father, mother, daughter and son
Blood of my blood, heart of my heart
Have we not been one
By grace now to be torn apart
Father, mother, daughter and son
Blood of my blood, heart of my heart
Have we not been one
By grace now to be torn apart
Vissupe attepisas
Ancus eðði trātu in medíei
Sīrobivotūtos
Vissupe attepisas
(Ancus eðði trātu in medíei)
I am all
I am one
I am none
I am gone
I am born
I'm torn
I'm forlorn
