Dying under the demoncross
sends its shadow to the utopia
hollow mind of our mankind
caveman violence - our creative seed.
humans behind smiling masques
hiding their poisoned tears.
lost the tunes from beyond
the deadly pact - implanted fears.
end is the winter in gaia's hall
freezing the scenery of hope
eternity - landscape dream of men
lesser in colors than vanishing scenes.
Facade for a senseless crusade
to decode the citadel's blueprint of life
In Nyctalopia we walk blinded
We cried for the end, but the end will not come
