We boast how we proudly hate So sad is our fate New reign of time Each take their side Birds are silenced Only cold winds remain Anything of value Anything of hue Tortured with animosity Shepherds are blinded Feral leads to the cliff Rotten ejecta Envelopes the truth Foul nectar smell Coming from the well We boast how we proudly hate So sad is our fate New reign of time Each take their side Birds are silenced Only cold winds remain