Tekster:
Odious

shadow to the mourning cry The stars seem like touching the lake But sink underwater and start to fade Crystals with splendid flare warm eclipse Eradicate the odious

Like illusions or prophecies Snatch a part of my mind Gathered till eternity For a moment or centuries shimmering motions on the being Said to be the

(Dedicated to all those brave ones, betrayed by leaving the Grand Civilization in the hands of a fake God; the Byzantine empire.) Riders cross the raging

Oversættelse: Mørkets frembrud. Han Polic Ealo_ (frastødende).

: Help those who need extreme help And find out a true experience Only one bullet remained to replace Fear by a fake dream In the four corners of this

: A hand behind a curtain Empty theatre strange and new Where the candles were chosen To light the sullen view White rose in the garden of death Sleeping

shadow to the mourning cry The stars seem like touching the lake But sink underwater and start to fade Crystals with splendid flare warm eclipse Eradicate the odious

: On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake One guardian is lost,

: Like illusions or prophecies Snatch a part of my mind Gathered till eternity For a moment or centuries shimmering motions on the being Said to be the