Skeletons walking the slender Tightrope Between profundity and absurdity I raise my head from the ground and see you They will cause us grief and agony
Stand at the doorstep of eternal glory But the high tide now begins to ebb Distilled take on the human dimension My high tide; will it flow back to me?
Flowing with valiant enthusiasm Soon I shall face my cold reality What is life? Life is the nation The individual must die anyway
Commemorating all human sorrow Severity of my timeless winter Hours of darkness, everlasting dimness Memorial complex haunts my adversaries
Shadows of undying strenght is growing Timeless evil rushes through the night Face the blizzard, streams of hatred is flowing Keeps fatality inside of us...through the night
Oblivion as a place of remembrance Non-existing soul to heal Squeezed into this rat hole of mine
Oblivion consolidates my position Represents my heart of roaring thunder Oblivion emaciated survival The crack of dawn: A salvation no more?