Tekster:
Iron Mask Shadow Of The Red Baron

Vivos voco, mortuos plango Fulgura frango, oho-oho-oho Vivos voco, mortuos plango Fulgura frango, oho-oho-oho Do you believe in heaven Deliverance and

Lost at sea, no homelands Rain comes down, night close at hand Mariners, unsaved souls Caught between hull, spars, and bolts Due south or north, east

Summer spells passed by Winter spreading out No matter how I try I fail Without a ray of hope Warmth turning to cold I have to cope with this great loss

Have you heard of that old magic place Where everything is like made of dust and stone Once you have entered you cannot escape Terra deserta will thrill

Impulses swirl downward Give birth to speculation Dark matter, transforming Becomes determination Time and history was never meant to be After the bang

Cthulhu, unnatural Prodigious claws attacking Belial, chimeras That shall not bridge abysses Amorphous confusion Absurdly grotesque angles Colossal and