They're sleeping through the ages    Faces bare of names    Remembrance ever lies    At the Bosom of the insane    Death's cold embrace    Across the restless seas    Unfolding the wish to forget    The eyes of the deceased    Thirst for the wine in my hand    Third from the sun    The heart of death    A thought for fake desires    Starving trough the night    Engulfed in an earthbound fire    Left all alone among the dances and cries    They seed all the hate    Within the shade of sights