Corruption and disfiguration

Those serpentine debauched

In retrogressive torment

Claw at the scabbed Gordian knot

Blistering skin burns from within

Cremate and char

Composite death draw your last breath

In our hands the scars

In the factor of decomposition

Lies salvation for the dead

The stench of memories remain

A gaunt tenuous thread

Arising flame of a violent bane

The morning star

With the drawing of blood unleash the flood

In our hands the scars

Unity of one

Twin bastard son

In our hands the scars

Unity of one

Twin bastard son

In our hands the scars

In our hands the scars

The mind conspires to rot in fury

Plague on the denizen

When the intellect grinds to a halt

Set ablaze the tyrant time and again

Fire up the forge as leeches gorge

Like dying stars

Suture the skin lock them within

In our hands the scars

Unity of one

Twin bastard son

In our hands the scars

Unity of one

Twin bastard son

In our hands the scars

In our hands the scars