Текст песни Death Obsession - Путь Багрового Солнца

I carve on bodies
Chained to the walls
Words of prophecies, not forgotten in centuries,
Abandoned by a mad poet
Let the pain open their eyes to all of them
It will be dawn for everyone.

The abode of pain is my hall,
Hidden from prying eyes.
The walls are stained here
In blood. I hear the voice of heaven.
He calls them all on their way
The path of the crimson sun.

The shackles of being are strong, free yourself from them
I know your name and who you were born to.
There is no point in making empty excuses.
I invite you to my humble home.
You should be here among others.
Among those who remained in it.