Letra da Música Tophet de Etrusgrave

Tophet and molk
Rites and graves
Nobody can know
They are not a way
To receive back
Divine power
It's not a sacrifice, it's for purifying
And to set free young souls

Tophet is a place
Of prayer and faith
An open air sanctuary
In the ovens we
Burn the bodies
Of children born dead
Flames are dancing
A full moon is shining
Divine rage it's buried tonight
Friends and relatives
Cannot cry 'cause it
Will rage the gods again

Children born dead are signs
Of curses and divine rage
To calm it down we have to offer
Their bodies to the gods
Corpses burn into the flames
And buried then into the graves
It's not not a sacrifice, it's for purify
Tanit e baal hammon hear our prayers
Their anger is appeased and
We are safe now
Since next time

No one of you knows
No one thinks
That we do it for
The good of all
No one of you knows
That none of us
Want to challenge
The anger of the
Keepers of the cosmos!

Children born dead are signs
Of curses and divine rage
It's not not a sacrifice, it's for purifying
Tanit e baal hammon will be by our side
The ritual is ending
And we are safe now
Since the next time