rise up
let us contest
the thought from our land
and work (as in working the land)
on cursed land (maybe earth)
a family of pain
for then to burden
the mercyfulls bosom
who have faith in
the soulless' bread
for the faith you possess
is nothing more than distaste and arrogance
and your search for knowledge
is a flood of mockery and desecration
the pain in my heart is not thirst
for heavenly body
nor is it the search (quest) for angelic power
it the fire and it burns
it's only that you
hide it
take part in the shaddow of guilt
please your soul with the wonder of sin
for where would you be
when the light is gone
but death come not
with our messenger (or message)
echoes from the nobles (grand) heritage
will redeem (meet) the final corruption
bring judgement over other than you own head
there you hide shame in praise
you shall then taste the fruit
of your own passing (demise)
as a flock of hells origin
and keepers of the contempts son
we parry their cunning with (the power of) disgust
with the proof of our heavy burden
their minds have difficult to breathe
spoiled without power
