Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast
a distant symbol of our beyond
life lies in front of us
Sacred Ground, rotten earth
ashes to dust
flesh decomposed
Caressing the sacred ground
where the deadened corpses lie
A sepulchural misty night
with a whiff of the Macabre
Silently watching the stones
put there as a symbol of death
Our minds united; a force is lit,
and insight creates
A humanoid watchtower, reaching for
their souls to the Sky,
For a glance onto
The other Side...

Entar to realm of satan

Oh, once again I kneel before this altar
out in the moist chilly forest I proclaim
The autumn leaves that fell
and those who still attach the trees
in breeze that blew my hair,
the one I´ve known through all these years...
the songs I never forgot
a past that now is lost.

Burn the crucifix.
Cremate the sould of the Virginborn
Freeze the shadow of ashes and let
it float away by the Thunder listener's
intense eyelash movements under their
concentration to open the cosmic lid
Cursh not only our surrounding walls
of curiosity, but also the hordes
of Blind Believers.