Demonon Vrosis
Rotting Christ
Νυκτὸς ἐσμὲν
φρικώδη τέκνα
κατάραι καλοῦσιν
ἡμᾶς εἰς ᾍδην
δαιμόνων βρῶσις ἔσῃ
σκιὰ ἀναίμακτος
Woe, pain, blood lead us
Now that we end up with fire
Some strident curses come from higher
We are the nights' atrocious sons
We come from strange locus named
Neverland
Atrocious demons' feed you will become
A woeful shadow without blood
Show me the path to show you the land
Where grimy war & pain have just begun
Oh, you strain, oh, you pain
I am thine and thou art mine
Now that the order sounds cease-fire
Some warlike voices sound like choir
And tear the lucid and silky veil of my
Dream
And walk on gloomy and trodden path
And kill
My misty brain, Lord, please reign
Lord please reign and spit the poison in
My vein
Show me the path to show you the land
Where grimy war and pain have just begun
Oh, you strain, oh, you pain
I am thine and thou art mine
I am thine and thou art mine
