Seeking the Ruin of Souls

«Damned in the victory and condemned in the memory. It’s the story of us,
the white bearded men, we find the new land for the sole purpose of carrying
our misfortune and expand our brutality. «Damned under the rays of the waning moon
He’s buried in a blackened sky
The mad will open the ways that afterwards the wise will cross
There is no redemption in your homicidal lineage
Tuck up your shame and despair
No other sound than screams
No other smell than death
Unleashing death and destruction over his mangled souls
Corrupted by greed
Blinded by your avarice
He hides behind the hands of an inert god
Unleashing death and destruction over his mangled souls
Proud of your heritage? A legacy of death