They're sleeping through the ages
Faces bare of names
Remembrance ever lies

At the Bosom of the insane
Death's cold embrace
Across the restless seas

Unfolding the wish to forget
The eyes of the deceased
Thirst for the wine in my hand

Third from the sun
The heart of death
A thought for fake desires

Starving trough the night
Engulfed in an earthbound fire
Left all alone among the dances and cries

They seed all the hate
Within the shade of sights