Once again fresh blood is spilt

The aroma fills the chasm of graves

And baptizes the very ground with curses

Why do you not understand

When the demons come out and demand blood

They will not be satisfied with a single serving

When we raise our hands in wickedness

That hatred will not disperse so easily

And an evil cycle is borne

The blood shed over the centuries have tainted all

The waters are a sickly red

And the skies are raging crimson

An embodiment of the world’s evil rises from the earth

Angra Mainyu

The tree of death covers the world with thorns

The voices of the past return

For they refuse to let you forget them

You have nowhere to escape