Upon the Throne of Tragedy Lyrics

There is no goal... abstract faith our shelter
Spiritual self-medication and the faithless are lost
Conducting our own end with sublime paradox
We are the army of the dying sun... the dying sun

Symbol of salvation, trace of sin
Tragic mortal thoughts lost your redemption
Covenance of lies signed with the blood of my savior

I ride the black waves on the oceans of night
The demon who makes trophies of man
A journey giving chase across the galaxies
The chameleon adapting to any environment

Arise gods of war, demons of death
Entrant the souls, destroy the bodies
Let me born through bloodshed
Let me be baptised in blood