Enthralled into the dustwindCrusaders of a lost battleWarned by a
Lonley as the autumn eveningFlowing on its last daysA wanderer
Deep within the shadowlandFar beyond the distanceLies a castle upon
A beast swept with passionFor one of them who inhaledHis
We hail our lightThe sun of SatanFor with thy mightCome
Suicide... my only thoughtLike the silence in the dark it
Souls tied to the chains of life, the existence ruled
Sick is my spirit for I am bound to possess,sweet
Once in a time and place so far awaywhen man
Bring my pain to the level of deathshow this place
I can hear the demons call from within my inner
A face so pale by fear I know you dream
A being of evil nature son of deaths creatorI am
Strangely we await them like the morning breezein a night
Tårer faller som tungt høstregn,i et kaldt desemberlandskap.Tårer for min
» More on Old Mans Child