Puritas Inmundorum

When the purity of the impure is broken
Beneath the thorn that bleeds a crimson grace
Touching the beast in her wistful sleep
The living ride on melodies of haste

Solis tenebras fundent, ossa domum fient

Bones rise like towers in the night
Sheltering Fear in a crown of blight
Darkness of suns, silence of breath
We dance on the edge of a painless death

And the living shall birth unnumbered dead
Chaos of bones becomes their bed
Voices fade where angels fled
Horizons burn a sullen red

Solis tenebras fundent, ossa domum fient

Sotto I piccoli piedi, il fuoco della guerra tace
La speranza vacilla tra polvere e vento

Bones rise like towers in the night
Sheltering Fear in a crown of blight
Darkness of suns, silence of breath
We dance on the edge of a painless death

Le monde retient son dernier souffle