Where They Keep The Dead
Swallow the decay
Where the liquid life flows

Form into nothingness
To have the answer
The clouds beckon

And the soil sleeps
What is shall be of none
Intermingled visions

Of dead dreams
Seek the dead
As a holy sacrament

Obscure sweet wine
The purity of black water
Under the rage

Who shall stand
Why must I be bound to earth
When my thoughts travel beyond

Why must I be bound to life
When I yearn for the end
Why must I be bound to flesh

When my mind knows no limits
The shadows burn
The flame appeases me

Be gone earth and flesh
Take these tired limbs of mine
To where the dead keep their bones

I am the soul of dead
Sinister Hate
Enchanting offerings

So I Scream For Mankind
Only In Death You Are Beautiful