Текст песни The Dead Have No Speech For - Dodsferd

Drowned into perpetual fall
Growth, terror's growth
Evoke, daemonic hopes
Cold, flames of god
Strong, sacred bonds
Dead preachers, spread their lies
Among humans,
Contending for the upper hand
Deny the message of the praying voice
The dead have no speech for
Dry your soul
Perpetual fall
There is no end of it
No end to rhe withering of your soul
Sealed with blood
Under a broken cross