Resurrection machine - Hate

In this sadness we rot

In the graveyard of immortals

We’re reborn, we’ve seen the light

Of the mourning sun-rise!

Hold the curse of mortality

Death comes down on the flesh

Once we used to be tyrants

Now we’re icons of pain and regret

Tired faded words that once held identity

Embrace now your destiny

Lift your wings!

Let the drums play louder

To the silence beyon our fate

There’s bloodshed up there

On the cross to celebrate, yea!

Our bodies lie cold

Inside coffins of gold and silk

Once we used to be tyrants

Now we’re icons of pain to be burned…

Tired faded souls come embrace now your destiny

Cast down mortality, lift your wings and be free

No death to come, wash away the agony

Restore thy identity…

Awaken from mortality

Let me be your crucified god

Million souls to steal

By the resurrection machine

We hail downfall!

we hail the pain!

We serve the rain of black tears

And blood of the innocent spilled

Without us you’ll fade

You’ll not remain

Cause we’re one blood and soul

Of the same machine

Let me be your crucified god…

We hail downfall!

we hail the pain!

We serve the rain of black tears

And blood of the innocent spilled

Without us you’ll fade

You’ll not remain

Cause we’re one blood and soul

Of the same machine

Let me be your crucified god…