Triest Afscheid

Pulsating memories slow down As shadows penetrate our mind Embracing a new world in wonder Memories cease to surrender Now silence grows abstract and envelops the room The man in black spreads his wings and waits in gloom No mother shall weep, and no father shall cry We are all mad men, a fallen thief as we die Behind a veil of sadness My mind is now my prison Flickers of recognition Of the allies I've lost As symbols fade And seasons pass Whores gather And judges shout And now the silence grows, it envelops the room The man in black spreads his wings and waits in gloom No mother shall weep, and no father shall cry We are all mad men, fallen thieves as we die Up on the hills we stand Fearing the red right hand And now there is nothing more than names on a grave As they all become symbols of faces that fade Born in a nameless land we all stand and fall With black and heavy hearts, so poisoned we crawl Now silence grows abstract and envelops the room The man in black spreads his wings and waits in gloom No mother shall weep, and no father shall cry We are all mad men, fallen thieves as we die