Totenglocken

 

Scars cut wide and deep,

Blood soaked is the earth beneath,

Dismembered and displaced,

Vultured flesh on twisted bones.

Lungs imbued with bile,

Far spread are the intestines,

Gored by rusted stakes,

But my heart still grieves!

My torment for the portal sphere,

Baphomet’s halls of great despair,

A puppet played by rotten dreams,

The first spell for my epitaph.

My torment for the portal sphere,

Black serpent’s realms of cold nightmare,

A mouth filled up with silent screams,

The second spell for my epitaph.

My anguish for the portal sphere,

Baphomet’s halls of great despair,

A tarred heart full of misery,

The third spell for my epitaph.

My anguish for the portal sphere,

Black serpent’s realms of cold nightmare,

A soul long lost to agony,

The fourth spell for my epitaph.

Die Totenglocken bleiben stumm.

No tears for a corpse long gone,

Pouring rain on withered stone,

No prayers for the fallen son.

My sinful story of tragedy,

Deep tainted lands for victory,

A hope that has been shatterd twice,

The fifth spell for my epitaph.

My bloodshed for the portal sphere,

Baphomet’s halls of great despair,

A life not worth to sacrifice,

The sixth spell for my epitaph.

Die Totenglocken bleiben stumm.

No tears for a corpse long gone,

Pouring rain on withered stone,

No grave for the fallen son.

No grave for the fallen son.

The portal opens wide,

Hellfire’s blazing bright,

Satan’s calling me,

Waiting on his shadow throne.

And I walk through,

And I walk through,

I walk through.