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Under the serpent moon

Lies the earthly realm of gloom

Self-preservation keeps us alive

Though the hearts branded by knife

Brothers, where is the pride

Where is our inborn might

The strength we had is lost

But we spare no cost

To possess again, to possess again

To possess again the former gift

The strength we had is gone

The senile dreams are done

We must rise, we must rise

We must rise to make a shift

Under the weeping sun

The crying race of the crying crown

Self-preservation keeps us alive

though the hearts branded by knife

Brothers, where is the pride

Where is our inborn might

The strength we had is lost

But we spare no cost

To possess again, to possess again

To possess again the former gift

The strength we had is gone

The senile dreams are done

We must rise, we must rise

We must rise to make a shift

The primal breath

The anti-death

Spirits to feed

On forgotten creed

But what the hell

Everybody's unwell

Nothing to give

No place to live

The primal breath

The anti-death

Spirits to feed

On forgotten creed

But what the hell

Everybody's unwell

Nothing to give

No place to live

The strength we had is lost

But we spare no cost

To possess again, to possess again

To possess again the former gift

The strength we had is gone

The senile dreams are done

We must rise, we must rise

We must rise to make a shift

Under the weeping sun

The crying race of the crying crown

Self-preservation keeps us alive

though the hearts branded by knife

Brothers, where is the pride

Where is our inborn might

Brothers, where is the pride

Where is our inborn might