As bastard sons of hate
of men
we came to bring
our lies among the pure
we rise to announce
the fall of your lord
we are here to win
We have no mother
we are born
from hate
We have no mother
we are born
So with our lies
well prevail
among men
we are here
to bring disease
We have no mother
we are born
from hate
We have no mother
we are born
We are here
to see falling
all your thruths
we rise to announce
the fall of your lord
under sun
dying sun
we are here to win
All is falling
and the pure
returns to
the side of lie