The strike of midnight All is silent, all is Hell The dream evades us In this endless nightmare cell
The stones lie forsaken Only shadows here collide Once more the world has turned And left its children aside
"Even the crows have long since fled these tombstones..."
The crows have long since fled these tombstones No fresh meat left for the beasts of the earth Our throes have led us to new dimensions (of death) Further away each day from joy and mirth
Lightless is the path, on this forlorn trail Bleak are the days, full of death and travail
After battles lost that no one won Still cold beneath the Sun
Our woes have long since fled these tombstones The last signs of life left on this earth Echoes resounding through empty halls and thrones Deeper each day into our monstrous birth
"Further away from joy and mirth Deeper into the arms of this monstrous birth..."
Despite the promise of fire Still cold beneath the Sun Depths of this Hell transpired Our salvation remains undone