I was brooding on our lost brothers
Tears swell in my eyes
Within the fane, slightly open slabs
Somehow strings are pulled, and nailed to the cross

Unearthly sighs, eerie spectral voices
My lonely emptiness
See the shame of an uncaring bleak god
In this hour of despair

In the valley...
Of the gravestones...
Their blood seeps out of defaced black stones
My refuge...
A shady path...
Poisoned visions of their dying bodies

They now come in my room
In my time of disease
From the skies you open your arms again
And climb the final ascent

They bleed in the night
Crying puppets they're still alive
They live out of time
Crying puppets they're still alive