We are the Sun We are the dead stars We are the black sky Invading your room We are the candle The only light We are the machines of the past Forever victims and murderers of your joy
We are Death The ancient knowledge The source of origin The red and white sacred hatred Enthroned, materialized The wrath of heaven and hell united in one Worship us, be faithful Beautiful great and cursed
Vexilla regis prodeunt, fulget crucis mysterium Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni
We are the... Mother of suffering Bringer of virtue Possess the Holy, drink the wine Arise my son, follow me I've felt the wounds of our race
We are the shadows of all your fathers The ancestors of those who suffer Come, when my hand will die upon Thy forehead, you'll breath in the flames
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium Stabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt
Be without doubt as you've been without weakness We will open the five roses We will awake the seven churches of the final confrontation
Mother of suffering Hater of mercy, divine whore Mother of fanatics Be sure we'll meet again
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium Stabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt
Chatiee d'etre nee putain Non, chatiee d'etre nee trop tard Une seule nuit ne suffit plus A nous separer du paradis perdu
Mother of suffering Hater of mercy, divine whore Mother of fanatics Hold me, we'll be united as one |
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