Woorden: Ice Ages. This Killing Emptiness.

[written by Grom]

Come back you silent hour
so we could die again
by night that washed away the pain
that comes here to remain

By blood red dawn we'll leave
this killing emptiness
And ever to bring death and grief to me
to wander with our grief

A scent of blood, remember now!
A sence we had to kill
To never meet on the black hill
Just stay away and thrill

A void in blackness will remain
To keep a secret dream

Don't bother the enchanted flame
Just drawn in pain; again

I long to burn I long to mourn
Forever we'll remain
To die again, with sweetest pain
To stay away by grey

... by grey long shadows on a grave
To watch the mortal dy
To be eternal silent slaves Of death
- to meet again... To die in vain...