Ruin Empire

The misery of human race
 As ardent stigma of a doomed earth
 While ancient's words are forgotten
 Plagues are the knives of the hallowed slayers
 Blinding glow on the throne of the deceit
 Lugubrious saints over the altar
 Conferring death without killing
 Over the ruins of an empire
 The realm of ruin arise
 While their god is pealing to evoke the disaster
 The reign of ruin arise
 Covered with fine garments his mortal greed
 Under the skin hides the marks of an old thorn
 The Cross marched beside the Sword
 Leaving paths of conquest and dispossession
 Assassins having their flag blessed
 There will no pain when the slave kneels
 Disease as benediction
 for those who escape from the tempest
 Once more seal is broken
 Sculpted figures presage the collapse of the Ruin Empire
 A man is worth less than his grave
 Light that blinds instead of enlighten
 Pests and Diseases, The ravenous allies