Origin of time / the face of old flesh   Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain   Collapsing into measures / of nature's killing liberty   Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain      The cold dark night becomes scary soon   In the light of a young moon      A thorn in my soul your face fade away   Awake like an owl for salvation I pray      And shining flames / burning the night sky   Until you / who walk among the liking   Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed      In the light of a young moon   The cold dark night becomes scary soon   A thorn in my soul your face fade away   Awake like an owl for salvation I pray   He who sleeps in the embrace of not   Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls   He who rules the flesh of the pigs   With an oral smile shall pray on fools   Tough the overweening / fall on the crushed   Blind eyes of old light / pigs shall rule   The flesh of kings / devoured for six nights   The sky is empty set / a golden snake crumbles the earth      Her feet and brain / the face of old flesh   Like an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh   Snow is falling through / the living is gone   Then the memory / of old fear is upon   Rushes sordid through / winged black images   Who shall build / an empty sky   Same as the origin / of your face   Origin of time / origin of time