1. VIXI

Oh bastard son.
Don’t drink the bitter wine.
You are not among the chosen ones.
Oh bastard son.
you’ll receive what ever comes to you.

For years you’ve wandered in this abyss.
With empty gaze chained to the grave.
Bleeding through the rain.
Condemned for being the son.
It seems like is doomed.

Suffer for your sin.
Suffer for the nails.

Suffocate, cut off, choke out all life.
Hear the roaring deafening silence.
As the road darkens and the sun rises.
Suffocate, cut off, choke out all life.

Oh bastard son.
We carry hate in our mortal bag.
As hammer and spikes with pointed nails.