At the Orient of Eden

O Lord, my God, I curse thee, most high
For thou hath chained me, forsaken me
Yet these bounds shake not my soul
And now from the abode of sin, I turn against you

Born from the blood of Cain
Burst forth from Lillth's womb
Sign of the wretched one
Forever cursed, let low freedom blessed

All the sins of the world cast upon me
Condemned to wander through endless desert
Thus heading towards the Orient of Eden
Where neither beast nor man ever returned

In this land of complete desolation
No light, no hope, no forgiveness to be found
Only the befening silence of Agathos
Yet, to the east the Morning Star slowly rises

O Lord, my God, I curse thee, most high
For thou hath chained me, forsaken me
Yet these bounds shake not my soul
And now from the abode of sin, I turn against you