Fidelis Ad Mortem - Hate

Misa de requiem!

Ye born in the chambers of death

Running through the plains of oblivion

Been here to slay or be slain

And respect the things that I scorn

Control the flow

Turning the temples into graves

Surrendered to the hunger of Great Void

The dying sun is all ours

It’s apocalypse on the run

Fidelis ad mortem

Watching them born on their knees

Smothered by spiral repetition

Either death or nothing in the realms of despair

Never-ending highway of war

Undeniable acceptance of programmed fate

Non sanctuary!

It won’t be redeemed

You feed the flames of Tremendum

And be buried with your doubts in graves

Revelation emerges in death

Welcome endless day

Saviours of mankind eaten by schorching abyss

Again and again