Tattered Beliefs -

Reborn in chaos

Forgotten spirit

Old soul return to the tattered hearts of man

Broken seals give life to the era of the young

Seeking through the scriptures of the sin and the death

This is the new beginning, feel the spark that burns

Weathered hands open vaults of gods

Sepulchral voices carries us through the night

Free from the bounds of God we stand alone

Avoid to see straight

His voice in our throats

Effigies of our old believes, forever slouched

Tender praises to darker worlds

Ripped forever on our hunched backs

Deep from the dark — we call out a name

Deep from the dark

Hark!

Our throats are made of lies