Gloria Morti
Текст песни The Djinnwhisperer

Admidst whispering spirits
Chaotic madness conspires
Seeping into light
Poisoning the Seraphs

Archangels lie torn now
Carpenters have seased to rebuild
Hopelorn infant weeps
In a rain of bloodied feathers

Haunted
Imparted of greater sadness
I find myself howling at the wind

Forsaking that little left of light

Across vast gravelands
Past the burning metropolis
Upon the plains of counsciousness
Murdering elegies resound

Grant me the strenght
To have these voices bemuted
Death to bring me silence
End of the whispering