Worship - Zorn a Rust-Red Scythe         Ancient rust on black  Scarlet curve of wrath  Spill a bleak revenge  In Gethsemane    I will make you pay,  Bleed your scarlet guilt  To reconquer day  From filth    And they fall like leaves  Brittle to the touch  Where blood is only grey  Only grey    Bakar: "We are the Moonkult. I am Bakar, the First. You see, brother, the world that was is dead. It was foul, teeming with sin. As mankind made its final discovery, the end of the patience of God, the experiment was ended. The world was returned into the shape of moon, a clean state. Only when aeons of penitence have passed, befitting the crime, and mankind has forgotten sin, desire, rebellion, only then will the world be born anew. A perfect, newborn world."    Stay away  Bleed away  Fall like statues  Mute like sleep    And to the end of day  I will run from your lies  If there is sanctuary  I shall find it or cease    Bakar: "You, my son, are the sacrifice to die for our sins, until we'll finally be forgiven."