Through the Black Temples of Disaster - Noctem

I’ve walked through the kingdom of the filthy ones

Justice accompanies tragedy and death

Temples erected to reach the stars

With its roots in the depths of hell

Lewd priests in search of power

Praying for cruel heavenly saints

Pyres of fire burn thousands

Souls purified with the flames of hell

Ministers of greed, ambassadors of the cross

Golden cloaks and sermons about childrn dying of hunger

Their lives ar turned off

Like a multitude of living lamps

Queen of misery light my way through sin

I’ve inhaled the vapors of hell itself

The moon turns pale before me

Look at my eyes!

I would like to storm the heavens and look for answers

The bright star of sadness hangs over the world to give justice and death

Contemplate the face of bitter pain that envelops the world of aridity

Walking through the black temples of disaster

Where light has turned into darkness