Endstille - Mute Their Ways lyrics

We are of one From the ugliest exile we rise Received to lance our enemies Sadistic rapture We crack the whips of god And carrying the dead gene Into the world of light Remaining the emptiness Mute their ways Carrying their faith The faithful and their d**h Now untitled (forever) We are the summoned In request for darkness Let us be gods Since the creator failed Locked in a spiral of time We lost our lives Now summoned The undead force