Confutatis  Maledictis  Flammis acribus adictis  Voca me cum benedictis  Infliction of pain burns inside  Moments of pleasure frozen in time  I wander amidst the shades  Amongst the tombs of a million dead  I sleep beneath the unturned stone  At witching hour I loose control  Infliction of pain burns inside  Moments of pleasure frozen in time  Your prayers won't help you know  Your god is dead, I take your soul  Through the fires we dance along  Our cursed hears bleed, joined as one  This very hour fail my power  My pulse beats on the wane  Fortune's a knave to impale the brave  All weep now for my pain  Day of wrath, this day  In forgiveness they pray  Accused of a thousand sins  The gate is closed, yet the flame burns within  I wander amidst the shades  Amongst the tombs of a million dead  I sleep beneath the unturned stone  At witching hour I loose control  Infliction of pain burns inside  Moments of pleasure frozen in time  Confutatis  Maledictis  Flammis acribus adictis  Voca me cum benedictis