HYMN FOR THE CHOSEN ONES      ( Words: Süssenbeck / Music: Böhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar)         UNDER DARK RUINS OF GRIEF   SHADOWS OF DEADANGELS PLAY   AND MY SILENCE IS A BLACK SKY   FACES OF DEATH BENEATH      INTOXICATED BY PAIN   ANGELS REST IN ROOMS      IN DUSK MANKINDS RUINS ROT   ANGELS WITH FILTH STAINED WINGS   HUMILITY SILENT BLEEDS   AS GOLDEN GRIEF FADES AWAY      LIGHT`S SHIMMERING VEIL   DIM AND DRAPED STIGMATA      AND A CALL ECHOED IN TIME   IS A HYMN FOR THE CHOSEN ONES      AND A CALL ECHOED IN TIME   IS A HYMN FOR THE CHOSEN ONES   FOR A SAVIOUR IS NOT IN SIGHT   SING THE HYMN TO THE CHOSEN ONES      THERE; WHERE THE DEAD LIE   ANGELS WOULD WASTE A TEAR   RAVENS FLY WITH CORRODING WINGS   DRIVEN BY IMMENSE DESIRE      STARING UP IN EMPTINESS   SUNKEN COLOURS MOVE      MAGNIFICENT VEIL OF BELIEF   STIMATIZED ANGELS IN UTTER DECAY   DEEP RIVER SILENTLY BREATHES   RAISING EMACIATED HANDS      THROUGH MYSTIC INFINITIES