Once again a glimmer of hope burns away Another part of me rots again, dies again Back into the darkness so lonely, I survive Cursed again to wander,
A year has passed since the funeral The smell of rotten earth A blackened space and time Write my name around a circle of fire ...In a pace of shadow
A man empty of life Bleeding His tongue tasteless, his eyes blind Judge him not. speak no word For you are dust and to dust you will return If thy eyes
no hope Here - no birds sing To be cursed a thousand times Down here... Here - the flowers rot Here - the shadows dance Here - you walk alone To be cursed
Enter the fields of rape Your final place in time When standing in a dead land. Many memories of lost souls Have come to haunt me. A mirror image flicker
Kick aside the slaughtered lamb Spit in the face of the intruder Curse his smitten rancind face smash the bond break these chains cover yourself in pure
Visions, evil Fire, sculpture Souls, turds Vomit, silence Distorted Ripping, bastard Filthy black shit The rise of the end My heart is a filthy black
is where I walk I feel the shadows rake my spine Rape of the dying There is no life here... many souls had been dragged Screaming into the bottomless depths Curse
man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man'
to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops And will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog Or nature, but infernal tasks "By your cursing
is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs ones again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man's fall
always be there I'll always be there There when the world and its promise is failing I'll always be there There when the frost of its winter is cursing
there I'll always be there There when the world and its promise Is failing I'll always be there There when the frost of its winter Is cursing
is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man
to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings
droplets on the leaves Bombards my brain I hear you Across the room A sea of daffodils spring into bloom You are the mist The frost across my window pane And again
