Eyes, gloomy eyes she's the one
To see is to believe, or so they say
Falling into blackness where man became a god
Scent of death arises, proven true or false
Blade sharpen blade split your blood.
No rest for her soul at all
Pave, pave the way to carry on
Pray, kneel to pray, die in vain
Descending into darkness
No one you can trust
The scent of death arises
An empress of the cult
Give us strength to rise again or let us die.
No rest for her soul at all
No rest for her soul
Can't call her by her name
A million miles away
A sun that used to burn it all,
Now freezing and ignored
Deep into the cold,
Deep into the cold
Vanishing day by day,
But we'll make her, we'll make her rise again.
We'll make her rise again
We'll make her rise again
We'll make her rise again
We'll make her rise again
Empress of the cult
Empress of the cult
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