1. CRAWLED, BLIGHTED AND AFRAID

To the findred lost of hope
I speak these words:
A war will come
And we will cry in pain.

Should we see the other side,
There will be no new dawn.
Reason will still be blighted by pain
And dreams will still be so distant.
Peace will mock those who crawl
And fear will rise once more.


2. GIVE YOUR WRISTS

In droves, they flock to the shadows of the canopy.

Just as one stops, another begins to cry.

The mist, like fog, so dense. Occult.

Man is forbidden here, for to disturb the vapours

Would poison the mind.

So all that abide are dead still,
These last few days.

As the shadows this evening
Lenghten and pinpoint the last of the light...
And the sound of the knives
Counterpoints the sobbing and moaning,
The blood looks so dark.


3. EVOKE SPIRITLESS HELL

Show them that it will not be forgotten.
Make it tell in the eyes of every man and beast.
When they reach for the bread, let them taste the mould.
And when lips part, make them hear scorn.

May all that they smell be stale blood
And sweat as we bury our closest.


4. PALE ROBE

As I wander this night I feel wild
And this mist is as colourless as my face.
The Vapours have damaged my throat and lungs
As I breathe.
I have lost myself in thy grasp, O mist.

Bear me down,
Cloak of the sea,
Robe af the moors.

I have lost myself
I have lost the will.
Bear me down
Cloak of the sea,
Robe of the moors.


5. HERED UNDER MOON

I have been drifting as a spirit,
But I am still gripping to mankind.
Always drawn to the same place
Beneath the stars and the moon.

Many times, I fell.
May this once my skull
Meet with the rocks and break.

Let me rise and leave this corpse
A shell among the pine.
And whoever finds me,
Follow my gaze.
Gather us all, like the sea.