We are the Sun
We are the dead stars
We are the black sky
Invading your room
We are the candle
The only light
We are the machines of the past
Forever victims and murderers of your joy
We are Death
The ancient knowledge
The source of origin
The red and white sacred hatred
Enthroned, materialized
The wrath of heaven and hell united in one
Worship us, be faithful
Beautiful great and cursed
Vexilla regis prodeunt, fulget crucis mysterium
Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni
We are the...
Mother of suffering
Bringer of virtue
Possess the Holy, drink the wine
Arise my son, follow me
I've felt the wounds of our race
We are the shadows of all your fathers
The ancestors of those who suffer
Come, when my hand will die upon
Thy forehead, you'll breath in the flames
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt
Be without doubt as you've been without weakness
We will open the five roses
We will awake the seven churches of the final confrontation
Mother of suffering
Hater of mercy, divine w****
Mother of fanatics
Be sure we'll meet again
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt
Chatiee d'etre nee p*****
Non, chatiee d'etre nee trop tard
Une seule nuit ne suffit plus
A nous separer du paradis perdu
Mother of suffering
Hater of mercy, divine w****
Mother of fanatics
Hold me, we'll be united as one
We are the dead stars
We are the black sky
Invading your room
We are the candle
The only light
We are the machines of the past
Forever victims and murderers of your joy
We are Death
The ancient knowledge
The source of origin
The red and white sacred hatred
Enthroned, materialized
The wrath of heaven and hell united in one
Worship us, be faithful
Beautiful great and cursed
Vexilla regis prodeunt, fulget crucis mysterium
Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni
We are the...
Mother of suffering
Bringer of virtue
Possess the Holy, drink the wine
Arise my son, follow me
I've felt the wounds of our race
We are the shadows of all your fathers
The ancestors of those who suffer
Come, when my hand will die upon
Thy forehead, you'll breath in the flames
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt
Be without doubt as you've been without weakness
We will open the five roses
We will awake the seven churches of the final confrontation
Mother of suffering
Hater of mercy, divine w****
Mother of fanatics
Be sure we'll meet again
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt
Chatiee d'etre nee p*****
Non, chatiee d'etre nee trop tard
Une seule nuit ne suffit plus
A nous separer du paradis perdu
Mother of suffering
Hater of mercy, divine w****
Mother of fanatics
Hold me, we'll be united as one