"Damned in the victory and condemned in the memory. It's the story of us, the white bearded men, we find the new land for the sole purpose of carrying our misfortune and expand our brutality. " Damned under the rays of the waning moon He's buried in a blackened sky The mad will open the ways that afterwards the wise will cross There is no redemption in your homicidal lineage Tuck up your shame and despair No other sound than screams No other smell than d**h Unleashing d**h and destruction over his mangled souls Corrupted by greed Blinded by your avarice He hides behind the hands of an inert god Unleashing d**h and destruction over his mangled souls Proud of your heritage? A legacy of d**h