Music: Sundin, Johansson  Words: Sundin, Stanne  No-one survives such an attack  and we all stood like monuments  baring the nails in her back  Still moving sinews  in a graceful impression of life  shyly the arms, shyly the beasts  fold fear die  Ten fingers driven  through the heart, through the core  as I stare into those strange, magnetic eyes  and wonder: (for you / me)  are there demons there?  I knew it all the time. The misanthropes  were right to crucify themselves in the  need of a saviour. Still moving sinews  struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,  caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.  Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges  where faces stiffen,  plagued with the frost of disease  Our capsules barely meet  The worms of disorder  like living black numbers  that drip from her pergament skin  Joined in sweet fury  to anoint the decay  fragile and reddened in lifelost array