Cold Beneath the Sun

The strike of midnight

All is silent, all is Hell

The dream evades us

In this endless nightmare cell

The stones lie forsaken

Only shadows here collide

Once more the world has turned

And left its children aside

"Even the crows have long since fled these tombstones..."

The crows have long since fled these tombstones

No fresh meat left for the beasts of the earth

Our throes have led us to new dimensions (of death)

Further away each day from joy and mirth

Lightless is the path, on this forlorn trail

Bleak are the days, full of death and travail

After battles lost that no one won

Still cold beneath the Sun

Our woes have long since fled these tombstones

The last signs of life left on this earth

Echoes resounding through empty halls and thrones

Deeper each day into our monstrous birth

"Further away from joy and mirth

Deeper into the arms of this monstrous birth..."

Despite the promise of fire

Still cold beneath the Sun

Depths of this Hell transpired

Our salvation remains undone