Zorn A Rust-Red Scythe Paroles

Bleed your scarlet guilt
To reconquer day
From filth

And they fall like leaves
Brittle to the touch
Where blood is only grey
Only grey

[Bakar:]
"We are the Moonkult. I am Bakar, the First. You see, brother,
the world that was is dead. It was foul, teeming with sin.
As mankind made its final discovery, the end of the patience of God,
the experiment was ended. The world was returned into the shape of moon,
a clean state. Only when aeons of penitence have passed,
befitting the crime, and mankind has forgotten sin, desire, rebellion,
only then will the world be born anew. A perfect, newborn world."

Stay away
Bleed away I will run from your lies
If there is sanctuary
I shall find it or cease

[Bakar:]
"You, my son, are the sacrifice to die for our sins, until we'll finally be forgiven."