We will come back from the cold realms of darkness
carrying the mark of corruption within our black souls.
An anguish beyond belief now drives our return.
Our eyes are lookin? at thousand of crosses:
The cemetery of faith
weak, broken bodies that roam without soul.
Chains of death, chains of death.
It?s no use worrying
it?s no use crying
the will of fate will be done.
We know, we?re all born to suffer
this is our doom.
We can?t stop our degradation
we cannot break all your chains
we?re here only to die.
Chains of death, chains of death.