La Lune Est Morte

Shadows from the moon
No more shall they warm
The pitiful faces of earth

Full moon
The desecration of the mortals
Forgetful and impure

The fucking crescent
Hooks from the tombs of the dead
Craving for the Black Death

Craters shatter
Destroy the innocence
Sink the lands to blood

The moon falls
Perfection is no more
The land of the parasites

Death is royalty
Birth is cancerous
And life is sorrow

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Absolute to nothingness

La lune est morte, et le ciel tombe