| Song | Patriots of Sin (Aeturnum Essentia) |
| Artist | Altered Aeon |
| Album | Dispiritism |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ohlsson | |
| Given a gift of darkness, our coven embraces the heritage | |
| Practising forgotten arts, bloodline is the rite of passage | |
| Burning can not erase our kin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Terrorized, victimized | |
| The taking of our mortal lives | |
| Changes nothing | |
| Touched by devilish desire, demonized by authority | |
| The flesh may burn but our spirits are marked by eternity | |
| Our essence is beyond the ashen skin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Forbidden knowledge runs in our veins | |
| Risking the stake, mentally or physically | |
| We are the unknown, the chaos breed | |
| Shattering the false, spitting at stagnation (so be it, patriots we are, patriots of sin) | |
| At night we speak to the dead, we sing praise to the moon | |
| Burning candles and herbs | |
| Mixing oak, ash and thorn, forming the sign of the horns | |
| As it is and must be | |
| Among the masses we walk, revealed only by our eyes | |
| Burning fiercer, stronger than the common man`s | |
| Nothing is stronger than the flames within | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Blessed be. |
| zuo qu : Ohlsson | |
| Given a gift of darkness, our coven embraces the heritage | |
| Practising forgotten arts, bloodline is the rite of passage | |
| Burning can not erase our kin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Terrorized, victimized | |
| The taking of our mortal lives | |
| Changes nothing | |
| Touched by devilish desire, demonized by authority | |
| The flesh may burn but our spirits are marked by eternity | |
| Our essence is beyond the ashen skin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Forbidden knowledge runs in our veins | |
| Risking the stake, mentally or physically | |
| We are the unknown, the chaos breed | |
| Shattering the false, spitting at stagnation so be it, patriots we are, patriots of sin | |
| At night we speak to the dead, we sing praise to the moon | |
| Burning candles and herbs | |
| Mixing oak, ash and thorn, forming the sign of the horns | |
| As it is and must be | |
| Among the masses we walk, revealed only by our eyes | |
| Burning fiercer, stronger than the common man s | |
| Nothing is stronger than the flames within | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Blessed be. |
| zuò qǔ : Ohlsson | |
| Given a gift of darkness, our coven embraces the heritage | |
| Practising forgotten arts, bloodline is the rite of passage | |
| Burning can not erase our kin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Terrorized, victimized | |
| The taking of our mortal lives | |
| Changes nothing | |
| Touched by devilish desire, demonized by authority | |
| The flesh may burn but our spirits are marked by eternity | |
| Our essence is beyond the ashen skin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Forbidden knowledge runs in our veins | |
| Risking the stake, mentally or physically | |
| We are the unknown, the chaos breed | |
| Shattering the false, spitting at stagnation so be it, patriots we are, patriots of sin | |
| At night we speak to the dead, we sing praise to the moon | |
| Burning candles and herbs | |
| Mixing oak, ash and thorn, forming the sign of the horns | |
| As it is and must be | |
| Among the masses we walk, revealed only by our eyes | |
| Burning fiercer, stronger than the common man s | |
| Nothing is stronger than the flames within | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Blessed be the patriots of sin | |
| Blessed be. |