When the dead cease to dream & nameless stones become the graves of you and me
flowers of frost wither to ash where yawning flames carve our faces in the clay
cum in me and set the world free for a moment in time together are we.
Everybody wants to go to heaven But nobody wants to die Except the man who killed for god
Look upon the faithless The forsaken tindered corpse Here is the joy of murder And the sweet smell of cremation This man who killed for god Who walks where dearth is king Who gives us blood and flame And all that terror can bring