As back and forth, the blackest sheeps run Their shell's a book, the truth is brought down Soon out of the strife, new order shall arise The beauty in failure, glory is their praise Suck the dust of doctrine and belief Spat by these armies in their dumb relief All of their words call back the horde of sages Carving the stone erasing the pages Pain pride & regrets In their dream of boundless might Pain pride & regrets The secret of their minds The new faith imposed to the pure For this disease there is no cure Morrow, sorrow, are the same word The end makes sound like chord Pain pride & regrets What a luscious bound Pain pride & regrets Enclosed in their black heart pond Cleaning human fate with a purge With the holy flame of a demiurge Morrow, sorrow, are the same word They march as a horde In the land of mystery and power The end attends the hour In this dusk of gold It's a message to unfold Through mouth of stone The message will be claimed This name written on dust Thrown wisdom and nasty lust