La mort blanche
Praise the silence
And become...
Pray for our Eden
The womb of resurrection
Pray in silence
To become...
Let the fallen be forgiven
And guide them to oblivion
Strength is my star
Silence my weapon
For our own final war
Raise the glasses
Hold them high
Mother Death
Is almost nigh
You're alone, just lost and cold
A dirty secret to hold
You're alive when you look
Into the light
One sip and
It's done
Our eyes will meet them
To take you to the Father Sun
Pray in fear
Men's madness is clear
All its demons so dear
Are for smaller souls to adhere
Strength is my star
Silence my weapon
For our own final war
Will you tell me you're alive?
When there's nothing to hold?
