Music: Sundin, Johansson, Henriksson  Words: Sundin  Still alive  all knowing eye  beneath your stream of words  your rapid stream of words  Though none will  ever live to share  the radiant streato  the promised hues  from which your picture fell  Re-seal the components from atom hearts  Revert, non-owner of worlds  As uncommunication becomes the manifest  our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse  Death rode these silent caravans  and steered them to the rim of the world.  Their diaries and withered letters  all devoted to the art of lying  The enterprise, academy  the crafts held in our hands  all devoted to the art of dying  No room to arrange  the final row of masks  drenched in chameleon-ink  for the grand charade  The tongues that burn in you  the slowly altered language  that colonised your heartland  advanced through broken doors  And they still believe you  They seem to see  so many things  hooked in your pestilent eye  Your stale lids, your iris punctured  by tongues licking a lie  The enterprise, wolvenlore  the cursed seed of man  plunged through the tunnels of uncreation  We reach out to move the landmark,  hands seeping down from the chronicles of time  The quill now blunt  the scribe devoured