Malevolent Mist over the Mount of the Deceased

Persistent expectation for the zero of the years
Upheaval and destruction, a fount full of tears
Unending malediction, sacrifice of man and god
The cursed remains cursed, the future is possessed

The mindless crowd wait for hope to be born
Under the cross they mourn for their lord
His cold and steel body is being taken down
There's a tomb but no one's here for the crown

The sepulcher is empty for hours
Buried then but never resurrected
The mass was waiting for a miracle to come
But they're doomed of their mortal scams

The mouth of chaos shallows the martyrs
Their testimonies burned by his infernal might
Empty, desert lands pillaged and black
Executed once, to the place of skull

Here's the state of contradiction
Through all these years of the affliction
These were the days of the malevolent mist
Over the mount of the deceased

Here's the state of contradiction
Through all these years of the affliction
These were the days of the malevolent mist
Over the mount of the deceased