Deny yourself as tainted
It's where you belong
Waste no tears on hatred
Vengeance makes us one
Since you fell from grace
And hid within the dead
Will you carry our graves
On your way to hell
From the depths of greed
You shall rise
Oh, beware of the favored one
Who will track you down
Since you fell from grace
And hid within the dead
Will you carry our graves
On your way to hell
Son of Morning
Oh, I beg you
Heed our warning
Before they cast you away