Seidmannen klatrer opp i tre. finner der jords gamle smerte,. kutter den ned i hstens fred,. med saks skjrer ut dets hjerte.. . Eikens lv mot bakken faller,.
Falling into obscure demise. Ripping death confronts their eyes. Born as a freak in decrepit birth. Ignorance prevails, buried in earth. . I seem contorted, a victim of death.
Rising from the darkside. Arriving from beyond. The lord of death approaches. To end all human lives. . The pleasure of the torment. Will bring him back to Earth.
Nazarene. I've come to bestow you this crown of scorn. Destined to be cast down. And folded in earth. Resent me. Sworn enem of the weakened heart. Cursing the miracle.
(M. Biedermann). . When politicians refuse. To open their eyes. The world is blind. The future will cry. . The mud will turn red. And the living are dead.
Deep into the Valley of the Kings. On the west bank of the Nile. Lies the secrets of the souls beneath. A somber Egypt sky. Thieves robbed all the graves.
Kneel before the tomb of disease. Decimate all. Standing at its doorways, ghostly shrieks aproach me. Distorted by the air. Kneel before the tomb of disease.
If I Fail. To Make It Back Here Alive. . Tell Me Something. That Me And You Will Survive. . That Would Carry. Long After Our Time Is Gone. . Change Us Back.