Torment of existence,
Pain and abhorrence,
Fear of space and time,
Hating dark and light.
I see my blood
Spurts out my veins,
When I take the knife
To cut off my chains.
I know I can’t stay here
This place drowning me,
I’m suffering from visions
Of insanity.
So I’m leaving soon
I will go to the land,
That’s the hell for the living,
And home for the dead.
Lost souls are waiting for judgment,
Crawling, and crying in silence.
Begging for grace, and purgation,
Burning in flames of damnation.
… and the sky is red as blood…
… and the clouds are black as tar…
Creatures of chaos are raging,
Up to the knees in blood slaying.
Lost on the forest of dead trees,
Mute lips get open for last screams.
… and the rocks are white as bones…
… and the waters smell like pus…
Longing for loneliness,
Caress of emptiness,
Loosing perception,
Feelings, and retention.
I feel the flood
Of Sea of Calm
Picking me up,
Sweeping me home.
I know I can’t stay here
This place drowning me,
I’m suffering from visions
Of insanity.
So I’m leaving soon
I will go to the land,
That’s the hell for the living,
And home for the dead.
I know I can’t stay here
This place drowning me,
I’m suffering from visions
Of insanity.
So I’m leaving soon
I will go to the land,
That’s the hell for the living,
And home for the dead.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN