Lost in the shadows Left with a broken dream The fire turns to smoke inside a silent scream No God to follow Nothing from all those years There is only
Days of no trust are upon us now The blind leads us all into oblivion Visions are fading and torn apart Memories are all that's left in a bleeding heart
- I Control the light The darkness reigns, and the sun descends - Dark spirits awaken in me Eerie movements in his mighty kingdom - The salvation of
Beyond the dark dawn of time Scriptures we don't understand Walls of fear in the dim Testimonys in the sand The dark power awake The ancient superior
I hear the cold wind calling when the night comes down I reach for the light beyond the night I close my eyes to the lonley world Now there is something
All of the longing Condensed in this place and time I invoke you, O spirits, crawl inside Then awaken my conscience Lain dormant for all this time And
- I Control the light The darkness reigns, and the sun descends - Dark spirits awaken in me Eerie movements in his mighty kingdom - The salvation of the
sweeping on bohemian campgrounds When the voices of violoins carry the entranced wanderers in a ring of firelight Creating strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes
all the people below One thing I've learned from this is, What you reap is what you sow In elderly forms and surroundings In the flesh of spirits incarnated
is left since the dawn of time evil has lived and dwelled walking the shadows between the worlds searing the flesh tearing the spirit scorched beyond existence burnt to ashes
are now burning to ash [chorus:] Sulphuric acid flows down the sculpture of clay, dissolving, corroding it's smooth shape as skin's dripping from the
the hand of our maker Riseth from the ashes of our sins Fire spirit, once reduced to ashes Now reborn anew to thrive again Immortalised, a resurrected spirit
my soul from within. The Spirit of the Dead outlives Memories of the Mortal. The final Cross I bore is nothing now but ashes. The Spirit of the Dead outlives
within. The Spirit of the Dead outlives Memories of the Mortal. The final Cross I bore is nothing now but ashes. The Spirit of the Dead outlives Memories
mighty stature rising before the mists of dimension. A formless shape of elemental construction. And when they awaken forth. Upon that forsaken spirit To raise without shape
