1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. SPIRIT

I'm walking, immortal
Across the ashes of forests
And ruins of worlds
I'm white man's brother
And devil's brother-in-law

I shall go, wherever life takes me
I shall go, whoever may try me
I shall go, whoever design I am
I shall go, whenever fate strikes me
I shall go

I'll be roaming, endless
Blazing like sun, scorching
What the mankind has sown
Watch me feed on your corpses
I think and therefore I am

I shall go, wherever life takes me
I shall go, whoever may try me
I shall go, whoever design I am
I shall go, whenever fate strikes me
I shall go


3. I DARK THRONE

Upon the dark throne of agony
The beast of me hangs humanity
Fed with grief evoken
By the fallen spirit of mine

The millions shades of grey
Rain like blood from my hair
Sodomizing them woth my fingers
I feel like a dark lord in his throne room...

Propose a toast, adversary
Drown my sorrows in debauchery
I hate you and you're looking down on me
Oh my pitiful Life, my hatred and my creed

[Chorus:]
Run with me through the cave of Socrates
With fading words of failure
Carved upon our graves


4. SWEDES

I can't stay I know where
The hell you wait for me

Right at the bank of Elbe
I sing with the wind come for me

The Swedes with guns and swords are here
Please, please save me
Cities burn to ash, why?
Our Lord up there must cry...

No one is save no one's free
Pikes now rule the land

We're one God, one faith, one dream
And yet our blood fills the streams

The Swedes with guns and swords are here
Please, please save me
Cities burn to ash, why?
Our Lord up there must cry...


5. WASTE

Cities to dust, men to bones
Their way, not ours
Finger licking, speed of things
Us to waste, signed in ink

Sold to hell
To bleeding heaven
Come cry with me
Breaking the seventh seal
Please forgive me, my Lord
But I'm not in this anymore

The meek, the beaten, forgotten
Arise!

[Chorus:]
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed they are which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Shall we?

We're no more Considered
Dumb and numb Disfigured
Crown of thorns Turned blunt
The love of god Has gone

The meek, the beaten, forgotten
Arise!


6. TOMORROW

If there was tomorrow
I would not sit here with a gun
If there was tomorrow
The presence might not pull us down

Undo the screaming
Of counless souls
Repay the aching
Of my memory
I'm pouring the salt in my wounds also yours
Devouring the good left in us

Gather us condemn us shatter us bury us go
Get to know where we go where's the point where we will sore

Myself eternal
Void that purifies
Criminal resisting the joy
Living In the doubt of destiny
Devouring the good left in us