[J. Fopp / last verse: M. Baumhauer]



A burning bridge in the wake of silence

Crossing the rivers of liquid ice

The spiral virtue sentenced with the virus

Led by temptation and the echoing words



A final reflection the firestarter's on the run

Playing hide and seek inside this maze of oblivion

A vultures' feast on the doorsteps to serenity

Tiny streams of magma dripping through the shallow graves



Gifted with the pawns of nothingness

The void's embrace a fatal delight

A leaden fly on the way to the moon

On the rise yet drowning

Entangled in this infinite trawl



Floating the deserted oceans

Sanctified is this irregular quest

And I dream of dying

Alone I wait for my bride

Now I cannot explain

These words of pain

To you my dying friend