| Ancient rust on black | |
| Scarlet curve of wrath | |
| Spill a bleak revenge | |
| In Gethsemane | |
| I will make you pay, | |
| 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 | |
| Fall like statues | |
| Mute like sleep | |
| And to the end of day | |
| 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." |