Instrumental
Into the abyss i fall
And Dark is the reich of
Instrumental
I am allergic to my own tongue
Licking my wounds,end up
Burn the crucifix.
Cremate the sould of the Virginborn
Freeze the shadow
Landscapes of frozen methane
Vast fields of blue dust before my
The Open Road,
like a blue horizon
And you could see for
Oh, once again, I kneel before this altar
Out in the
I have had this Vision
of a voyage in mind and
The dark and cold wastelands of
Grey dust softens when my
Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast
a distant symbol of our beyond
life
