Vicious Circle Necromancer, the rites of dementia See what the death looks like Souls with the limbo, coming withe eternal flames Arrive in circles of trembling hands No inferno but also no heavens No god on his golden throne Promised eden turned into desert Empty space and dead remains Spectral mouth tells hopeless truth In uknown words massacring the mind There is nothing after life What we can imagine now and here Infinitely full of posthumous nothing Greed for immorality Is only despair now
Caught in the waiting for nowhere Selling the souls for oblivions price, 'I must be immortal' Nocturnal stagnacy as I burn my candles Sanity now dozes and waits for a day Nightmares in their real dimensions No hope now... Soon I will die... No inferno but also no heavens No god on his golden throne Promised eden turned into desert Empty spaces and dead remains