The fire in the sky is extinguished
Blue waters no longer
Hear my Sword
...in the Making
Of my Spell
Literally
Damkuna, Iftraga
Sheb
Worship me...
(Instrumental
The Head is a Head of a Serpent
From its Nostrils
Drifting
In the Air
Above a Cold Lake
Is a Soul
From an Early
Better
I Immaterialize
And Slowly Drift
Into the Unknown
With the Cold Winds with
(Instrumental)
This is war
I lie wounded on wintery ground
With hundred of
