Tekster: Heaven Shall Burn. Invictus. Of Forsaken Poets.

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I did not choose to tread this path,
a forced journey into an unknown future.
As our doom eclipsed this clueless state,
I hate to leave my world behind.
Their hate was so outright, it filled my heart with fright.
My people chose to welcome tyranny,
the slaves of terror, murder, pain
humanity lays dying once again.
Their hate was so outright,
it filled my heart with fright.
I know only too well, T am an undead port.
Buried on no ground
I know only too well
Now here I am, disabled but alive.
Where no one calls my name
Where nothing meets my soul
Now here I am
But kannot build my home
As no one reads my bitter words
I'm yearning for the day of my return
Yet nothing's there to make my dreams come true
I know only too well, I am a ghost wandering this world
I'm like a ghost, I know only too well
Now here I am, disabled but alive
Where no one calls my name
Where nothing meets my soul
Now here I am
But cannot build my home
I see the distant flames
This outland holds no hope
As no one reads my truly bitter words

Dedicated to Max Hermann-Nei?e

(Gracias a Bastian Nissen por esta letra)