The Orators

Death woke up from a nightmare like a chaos
I am swimming in my blood
Meat is torn off, look like a beast
What is a dream it will not be truth
Such a cruel sight has not real thing!

Why did it become such a thing?
I was led to one book
Collected the materials described in book
The peace of the Moon, breath of the Earth
Cried for immortality, spell in a pagan

The spiral of meaningless words
I am regeneration repeatedly
Death and illusion govern my mind
Repent...

Dеath woke up from a nightmare like chaos
I am swimming in my blood
Mеat is torn off, look like a beast
This is a truth it will not be a dream
I have opened the infernal pain

Old ones
I will rebirth
My soul reunion with you, offered for you
I become your power, eternal life
Wrapped in a chaos
I believe...