The Forlorn Existence Of Soul Divine Sözleri

Alone and sorrowful, the divine essense crawls

Along the dying remains of heavenly kingdom

Once adorned and now forlorn,

Questioning anything, but meaningless and painful

Bitter memories of past apocryphal superiority,

Flesh and soul now departed in more than racking way...

Necromantic lust for vital pleasures and devilish desires,

For precious taste of blood and sulphur throne of wisdom...

Sinful and infidel in spirit,

With bloodstained sword

It once joined the battle for the Divine's triumph

For salvation and a glory of the Heaven's Lord...

Forgotten and betrayed, it wanders through infinity,

Alone and tearless...

Enchanting odes from the distant woods so vast

Cherish it's neverending pain, encircling in oblivion...

Detested is the dying surface of the earth

Surreal and naked is it's torturing tristesse

The mournful silence is so sweet...

[narration:]

<And then the martyr-soul descended

Into the very depths of Heddenah's gardens

Through the enflamed spheres it ascended

Lusting for revenge...

Countless centuries will pass

And some day the betrayal is avenged

For every sin shall be atoned

For every pain shall find it's rest...>