Screaming sounds of the northwind
You plan to head to the east
Towards the den of deceased
Tempting stench of the flesh
The galleon waits to set sail
Your choise was to give up faith
for evermore
Cold inside the warmth is building
Silence of decades is free
Last call
The icons fall
Reveal a prophecy of pain
Eerie cloak black cane
The guardian of the gate
Last nail to end the wait
Wallow in the carnal feast
Paint the scenery black
You better watch your back
for evermore
Cold inside the warmth is building
Silence of decades is free
Last call
The icons fall
Reveal a prophecy of pain