Eventually the fire overcame
The smell of (...)
Now seal the purposes anew
The night outside was still the same

From the window one could see
The long dark road stretch back for miles
A path of peril, sleepless black
Now breathing slow alone, not free

Breathing slow
Alone, not free

Within this cloak of shame
There is nothing worth undoing
The night outside is still the same

Tragedy writes snow and storm
By now it cover and entrack
Of this escape whence no one knew
(...)

And know all fears were now long dead
A whisper of the night and (...)
The door below had better still
To keep it shut (...)

Sleepless
Fearless
Lifeless

Within this cloak of shame
There is nothing worth undoing
The night outside is still the same

White snow would cover every track
Of this escape whence noone knew
And all the fears should be long dead
The night outside was still the same
				

(...) slow-motion
(...)
(...)
(...)

This smell of isolation
A hall of mirrors multiplying
Grotesque features of a golden idol
Melting fast in the fires of confession

And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame

Dim lights from a dying coal
cast a silhouette upon
the soot-smeared window
the unsolvable crime

And the heart implodes like a faithless star
Beating backwards, beating fast
(...) black coals of nothingness
Beyond redemption

And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame
				

Time, dissolves before my eyes
I know, the graves, they always try to hide

Then, what are graves to me?
Their sins are not infectious
I claim immunity to their disease
Oh, the serpent coils
again I will consume the fire
to purge the entrails of my soul.

Now let go, disperse, the fear
Loose the grip on what is out there
What I see, is me, inside
Paranoid will be my guide

Hollow eyes will lead the way
A cross for peace will burn in (...)
Inhale, exhale, reach far into the deep
Descend to where the devil's crying, angels weep

Better forget what force wide open
Embrace the night where blood is
On the (...)
(...)

Oh, I fall and know to bleed
The source from whence my demon sees
Time, dissolves before my eyes
I know, the graves, they always try to hide

Breathe (...)

Breathe, reach far into the deep

On a quest for peace
In burning (...)
				

I crawl through mud and secrecy
To reach the edge of sanity
And fall... through cleansing air
Clashing down into the sea

We - between the eagle and the snake
Beyond what is real and what is fake
Between the eagle and the snake
The walls come down

Embrace the pain of this profound affliction
And yearn the sting, the serpent's tranquil kiss
Just sow and reap the gifts of liberation
To reach the shore and do it all again

It is night, now, do all leaping fountains speak louder
And my soul, too, is a leaping fountain
It is night: Only now do all songs of lovers awaken
And my soul too is the song of a lover

We - between the eagle and the snake
Beyond what is real and what is fake
Between the eagle and the snake
The walls come down
				

To drain the blood from this vast
This black, stinking oil
And scorch the prints all there (...)
And deeds go (...)

To pull the dead from the jaws
All this treacherous (...)
As the (...)
And the mouth to the (...)

To cut off every link
That ever touch the soul
All this burn

And burning (...)
That (...) my suffer

To drink the blood
(...)
(...)
(...)

To cut off every link
That ever touch the soul
All this burn

And burning (...)
That (...) my suffer
This crippled memory...
				

(...)
(...)
Like a statue (...)
With no more room for (...)

Slowly taken down by age
Going back through every page
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue

They like a monument's (...)
(...)
(...)
(...)

Rime frost blocking out the light
Drapes the memories in night
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue

This will not sleep
This will not die
This will not sleep
This will not die

The world is away
(...)
While guilted (...)
When the skeleton eagle fought, fought, fought to the (...)

Slowly taken down by age
Going back through every page
Counting enemies in flashlight dreams
Rime frost blocking out the light
Drapes the memories in night
Something old, something new,
Something, something...

This will not sleep
This will not die
This will not sleep
This will not die
				

[Instrumental]
				

He hammers the earth with a shovel
Anger thunders with every strike
Inside his skull
a funeral
a cold-blooded murder.

he hammers the earth with a shovel
yet, his grave was empty from the start
someone or something
to forget
A hole in the ground

He hammers...

he hammers the earth with a shovel
beating it all to dust and stone
beyond recognition
faceless
bloodstained soil

he wipes the sweat of his forehead
a strained laughter in the face of dawn
Marks the completion, the end
The last missing pages

Secretly he hammers the earth.
				

(...)
Descending backwards
Through the sleepless black
Washing the fire inglare
The small (...)

Breathing with emptiness
Filled with collumns of winter and night
The stinging sensation remains
Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain

The stinging sensation remains
Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain

(...)
(...)
What (...) there was a man
Through (...)

Your heart is barrenflame
You keep it above your head
Like a torch gone black
You dig in the dark
You dig in the dark

She spoke to me like hope was real
That peace was something I could feel
				

The play for years of speed
Killers, romantic dreams
Oh misanthrophy

The play memories
Killers, romantic dreams
Oh the misanthrophe

Deep down the shame
Knowing day will only lie
Fabricated lullaby

But now it seems that all the shame
And secrecy was (...) waste
Let (...)
(...) just a premonition
That those lies are the truth

Deep down the shame
Knowing day will only lie