Burdened with sins of the flesh The faithless still remain Your penance is all that is left Visage with no name Baptized in scorn and regret Deeper than a grave Adorned in the presence of death Redemption through pain Through ashes you walk with the dead The blood sears your veins Sins that you wish to forget Now drive you insane Your guilt is a fragment that's left upon death Thorns are all that remain A flagellant pilgrim is finally beset A martyr that can't be saved A world of holy terrors You return by the hand of wills The twisted one invokes their power A sacred sword extracted to kill A crimson stain ordains the guilt upon the altar Penance obtained under the weight of their sin Three humiliations we are to suffer Sorrowful be the heart till the end Cursed in name Blessed in death Tears obtained Wounds of attrition Curse your name Bless your death Searching for Cradle of affliction The brotherhood of the silent sorrow Guides you and your righteous blade Descending into the depths of jondo The grievous miracle shows you the way Mountains of dusk, bridges of frost Echoes of salt, deadly rooftops Treacherous is the mother of mothers Grievance ascends, death is no end Olive tree houses the dead Sleeping canvases negating all words The last son of the miracle Shatters the mirror in which he sleeps Now awake this crimson figure comes To meet you on this side of the dream Ascend an ashen throne Commune with the twisted one End the cycle the high wills began Your penance is done Cursed in name Blessed in death Tears obtained Wounds of attrition Curse your name Bless your death Searching for Cradle of affliction