Moonspell As We Eternally Sleep On It

The seed of men
From trees now freezing
All silvered leaves
With message written
The imitators
In sequences bright
All perpetraitors
In chains of gold
From the wait we got our hearts so wet
The legend rains our drops of sweat
Sweet all the season the crop is death
Reaped on the rush you hate yourself
The best of men
Through racks now stumbling
Learning the blind walk
All apprenties
The fiercest men
In sheep's clothing
Have born exhausted
To everything
And yes we all believe in amdness