Listen! This necromourn is hounding These waters reflect the unsilent face Madman stares straight in madman's eyes Carved flesh to see beneath his skin
Deep in the dark Where blood turns black Soil turns red and gods are mad
A death-trip among the living The gift they grant him Lack of sanity The coin to cross the eternal river White in eyes As last drop falls
Heaven sounds like mourn to me Wilings enthrone all absence Moisty earth Endless plains to suffer Where sanity resembles divinity
