deep inside me there is an abyss
made to swallow the world
in search of a reason for me to exist
and as words and ideas are
spinning inside of my head
the mist slowly disappears
and leaves an empty plane
my celebration still is
drawing circles in my head
and my body feels so numb
like i'm already dead
seems like everything i grab
will just slip trough my hands
like the sand that i am
when only despair remains
empty gods and faceless demons
shatter to dust
don't need this ideas
to dream me worthy to live
there is nothing that i can hold on
no image of this world
and i can't even get
a grip on myself
my celebration still is
drawing circles in my head
and my body feels so numb
like i'm already dead
seems like everything i grab
will just slip trough my hands
like the sand that i am
when only despair remains
- :
- Rebirth
- The First Blade
- Scar Sighted
- Beholden to Nothing, Braver Since Then
- The Aeons Torn - Beyond the Gates of Imagination Pt. II
- Tentacles Of Whorror
- The Tenth Sub Level Of Suicide
- Tenticals of Whorror
- From the Desolate Inside
- Verräter
- White Devil, Black Metal
- Shadows of No Light
- Massive Conspiracy Against All Life
- The 10th Sub Level of Suicide
- Howl Mockery at the Cross
- True Traitor, True Whore
- The Tenth Sub Level of Sucide
- The Tenth Sublevel of Suicide
- Beyond the Gates of Imagination, Part I
- A Tribute to Judas Priest: Legends of Metal, Volume II