Trapped in cold decaying flesh There is another world in here Another mind in control Trapped in dead withering flesh I should not be – but still am Trapped in...

I've died and they build Bridges all over my dead corpse They don't seem to have much respect For the remains of a dead warrior Why can't they see that my wound...

Rotten leaves, naked trees Lost light, gone from the sky Barren and cold waste An all engulfing darkness My body lays silent Yet I'm wandering alone My strengt...

L'anathème est prononcé Noyée de brumes Noyée de larmes Les gens ils marchent, ils marchent

Wie herinnert ons nu aan onze half vervaagde zonden? Met ogen wijd geopend, zullen we de slaap nooit meer vatten De schimmen zullen ons nimmer meer verlaten In ...