Our Rotten Thirst

In the epic of fallen sunset the words carried on their lips
from our abominable side of dying carry your deep to a duel with silent storms
your life falls crucified to rotten thirst attacked by thousand thoughts

Travelling with crusaders of punished sleep saw that awful day!
guided alone in burning water without the sky I saw that awful day
a gate of souls now opens-dead are awakening everything´s open-ancient dominion

Bound are eyes of fallen a black sky on a never day
Voices of swimming shapes tell his suffering is gone in our
all forgotten arrived and gave through our eyes heal our soul of caged passion
passion that burns never found
Blinded victims are we all travelling within our soul
saw that awful day, carried by the bolts approaching the sky-saw our
soulconqeror from our closed eyes thick red tears are shed
every tear is a life sent to utter pain

We forlorn who walk in our human ruins will never dwell again
under shimmering stars

carry your deep to a duel with silent storms
your life falls crucified to rotten thirst forever in the place
where all clandestined lives go stronghold of vengeance
...our suffering in heaven