The Fiery Lustral Doors Lyrics

The song of the crows pierces the peaks.
Twilight gives way to this cursed theater,
Where lives have flown by the thousands.
For ethereal desires that are not dictated by vulgar cranks.

These lost lives flow liek a river of blood without marks to the darkest limbs.
They now have this truth, so coveted and prayed but far from reality.

The murderous dogma cannot satisfy the thirst for conquest.
The purification by the flames burns in the prayers to eliminate heretics, ancestral orders.
Under the yoke of a nw foreign symbol.

But the gates of paradise are the same for all, because they do not exist.