In the wind, in the wind In the touch, in the bite In the light, in the strife In the judge, in the light Carried by his torments, scarred by his knife You've far incape their salvation Cause you serve truth, use truth as weapon And the torture you choose to haulty him Slaughtered by the hordes of my enemies The victims who are buried in the dark They shall be the victims for me We are the victims, sons of shame We are the victims, sons of shame Sick to the bones of our fathers Our accounts conceal the lies of death Thank you for your dear friends and foes They are the victims, sons of shame They are the victims, sons of shame They are the victims, sons of shame They are the victims, sons of shame I have to live my life In my weapons In my hands In my bones In my skin In my flesh In my head In my heart Use my foolishness Steal my eternal birth And crush it as you please Use my foolishness Use my eternal birth And crush it as you please Use my eternal birth And crush it as you please Choke on my embers Choke on my embers Choke on my embers Choke on my embers Choke on my skin Choke on my skin Choke on my embers Choke on my embers