Letras:
The Crimson Armada Guardian

lifted. The symphony has grown silent with distaste from the grime its sound produces and its elegance in waste. I've grown blind to my eyelids they are the my guardians

(Instrumental)

Come crumbling as the shattering of faith he who cannot stand for his Lord will sleep forever without wake. And among us are the faithless who long only

Open your eyes. In spite of these creations a venom settles in the blood with fangs that will not rest til they've engulfed everything, the sky and humans

Dearly beguiled, we're gathered to commemorate this blessing that became the greatest of mistakes. The sword soul and flesh have since then become one

Lo and behold! They preach servility, the conformed way of breathing. They speak in the same tongues everyday. Betwixt fear I smelt a carcass bathed