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Worldserpent
01:46
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Hymn to Mithras
03:31
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Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall
Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all
Now as the names are answered and the guards are marched away
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!
Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat
Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our feet
Now in the ungirt hour--now ere we blink and drowse
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows!
Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies
Look on thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice
Many roads thou hast fashioned--all of them lead to the Light
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!
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3. |
Memories
02:46
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I can see your face in the Mirror
Only one second but I know you are here
Memories don‘t care
if they‘re good or evil
They hunt you
I see your face in the Mirror
And I want to be with you
Memories don‘t care
if they‘re good or evil
They hunt you
I lost all believe
in the trenches of Verdun
I left my youth
at the platform of Frankfurt Station
Memories don‘t care
if they‘re good or evil
They hunt you
Friends become corpses
corpses become memories
yellow veils of toxic gases
hide you
Memories don‘t care
if they‘re good or evil
They hunt you
Only bloody memories
are left
and the horror that vistis me at night
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4. |
The Spirit's Glance
02:26
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The silent wings of angels
The sound of a beating heart
The starlight of hope
The spirits cold glance
gazing at walls of vengeance
gazing at walls of tears
The silent voices of the moires
The sound of Hades coming near
The starlight of vengeance
The spirits cold glance
gazing at walls of vengeance
gazing at walls of tears
The silent sobbing of a hero
The sound of drums in endless night
The starlight of fear
The spirits cold glance
gazing at walls of vengence
gazing at walls of tears
The silent scream of a dying god
The sound of a falling star
The starlight eternity
The spirits cold glance
gazing at walls of vengence
gazing at walls of tears
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5. |
Sons of Cain
02:56
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Can’t you see the flowers dying?
Can’t you hear the horses scream?
Can you see the angels falling?
Can you see the gods descend?
I have done what I was ordered
I have walked among the sheep
Can’t you hear the jackals howling?
Can’t you see – the end is near?
Can you bear the people crawling?
Can you see their eyes of fear?
I have seen the ruins covered
In the blood of mortals slain
I have seen the ruins covered
In the blood of mortals slain
Can’t you feel the pain is coming?
Can’t you try to save what’s gone?
Can you free the beasts unslaughtered
Can you keep the trees untouched
I have done what I was ordered
I have walked with sons of Cain
I have seen the ruins covered
In the blood of mortals slain
I have seen the ruins covered
In the blood of mortals slain
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We never tried to understand each other
Maybe it doesn‘t matter naymore
Our time‘s just lost and over
It was never the Darkness that divided us
It wasn‘t what we‘ve said and done
We drifted away from each other
It wasn‘t a storm
Just a mild and steady breeze
Each day our worlds differed
I‘m looking down on earth
And I miss you
It was never the Darkness that divided us
It wasn‘t what we‘ve said and done
The world was never like you wished it
The world can‘t be your dream
Shuffling in darkness
Shuffling in Sadness
I‘m looking down on earth
And I miss you
I‘m looking down on earth
And I miss you
It was never the Darkness that divided us
It wasn‘t what we‘ve said and done
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7. |
The Hand that Loves
03:40
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Alone we stand
when the light comes in at dawn.
Alone we stand
when darkness closes in
We wish to hold the hand that forgives
It‘s the hand that loves
Styx is no river
you cross without pain.
The eyless ferryman
never cares about your tears
If Apollo reaches his hand
Don‘t stand aside
We wish to hold the hand that forgives
It‘s the hand that loves
No scar on our bodies
is useless
Together we cry
my love
If Apollo reaches his hand
Don‘t stand aside
We wish to hold the hand that forgives
It‘s the hand that loves
It‘s the hand that loves
It‘s the hand that loves
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8. |
Mans's Creation
02:53
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Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Man has created death
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
Man has created death
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Man has created death
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
Man has created death
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9. |
A Thin Red Line
02:40
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Human beware
Of the thin red line
There is a thin red line
Between friend and foe
Between life and death
Between sun and earth
There is a thin red line
Between sense and mind
Between war and peace
Between man and woman
There is a thin red line
Between tame and wild
Between man and beast
Between goddess and brute
There is a line
Of blood and sorrow
A line of tears and sweat
A line to follow the angels
And a line to cross
On the way Into the abyss
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10. |
Woodpath
02:25
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Woodcutters and foresters
They know what it means
To be on the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
To be on the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
The path that winds a long
And suddenly ends
They call it the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
They call it the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
Military industrialists
They know how to lie
They are on the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
They are on the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
Society feeds us
And counts on the loss
We are one the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
We are one the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
We lace our boots
And shut down our homes
We are on the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
We are on the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
As the world turns
And our lives end
We are on the woodpath
We’re walking the woodpath
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11. |
The Road
03:02
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I‘m driving for years
not knowing where I‘m heading
The road is my only friend
Driving night and day
The road it heals
and shows you that nothing stands still
My wife is dead
My children slaughtered
The bloodsworn comrades
They died for the flag
And the motors howling
Keeps my thoughts from the place
The place I never left
Driving night and day
The road it heals
and shows you that nothing stands still
I ride a hungry engine
feed it with my soul
The road has become my home
I take her as my bride
Driving night and day
The road it heals
and shows you that nothing stands still
Driving night and day
The road loves me
She tells me I shall never stop
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12. |
Winter
03:14
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The air smells different
your skin freezes
The trees are shaking
Thr truth is revealed
Winter is coming
Frost in your veins
The ravens are telling
about the great night
Your days are numbered
See Irminsul hidden
The stones in the woods
They will be forgotten
Winter is coming
Frost in your veins
The ravens are telling
about the great night
Winter is coming
Frost in your veins
The wolves howling
calls you to run
Snow falls
The land is covered
But you won‘t hear
the spirits no more
Winter is coming
Frost in your veins
The ravens are telling
about the great night
Winter is coming
Frost in your veins
The wolves howling
calls you to die
Winter is coming
Frost in your veins
The Sun has darkened
The endtime begins
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13. |
Grain
05:13
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