1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. EPOCH OF THE DEAD

We march to the realm of the dead
Under the sign of fate

Human race's been conquered
Decisive point of its shameful fall
We progress towards our decay

We are so proud to be what we are
But now forget what's native and hard
Jealous inside
In the name of me

Give me your soul
Know the land if crime
Of negligence. The "moral" side of life

There's no hope in tunnel of life
I see the burning skies
Which herald...

...We die!

Human race's... .

We so proud

Epoch of the dead


3. 8TH DAY

I fear the light
And clarity it brings
I hold my breath
Demons are reborn
They live in me-when the inner path is lost
The broken melancholy, it drops on the glass

When the blade cuts my veins
No solace can I find

This day does not exist
In future or the past
Living there between the bright and dark
My penance for wrongs I haven't done

I close my eyes
And stare at black landscapes

I want to touch the wet and sticky ground
All my beliefs where devil and sickness dwell
They are the only ones…
They will be there till the fall of times
Never forget the sickness and the devil
In the deepest corners of the mind


The cycle starts again
Now I must rise
Sick and possessed
I face the new day


4. STEELY GROUND

Rise all the fears-they strike me painfully

Amorphic reality puts on clear gray shapes
No wind, no warm breath
In this dimension the time ends
The glassy skies cannot give
Precious life no more
Born on the steely ground
We have liquid steel in our dead hearts

We fear the light that shows all the filth
Can melt the ice
Escaping from the day
Man is drowning in all embracing night

Rise all the fears...

Slaves we are not and have enough
To show the real faces
We wear the masks of fools


We fear the light that shows all the filth...

Born on the steely ground
We have liquid steel in our dead hearts
We fear the light that shows all the filth


5. LIFELESS

Who am I with out flowers,
Which should bloom in me?
The withered angel
Of empty eyes

How long can I look for a senses in a senseless realm?

The wicked thoughts stop me from
Making a movement towards the light
I'm drawn into a shameful swamp
Who am I without?

How long can I look for a senses in a senseless realm?

This is the epilogue of what I haven't done
I hate the flesh, which is so dead
I fly - but never been so dead

Looking foe truth
For lost identity
Without this pain
You can feel nothing but sadness