Lyric by S. Rehbein



My sky turns red

All the others fade

Prepared to be alone

Only with my hate

Drops of candle wax

Naturally-red

Fall into the black

And cover the whole eye



Mindless he is sitting

His fortitude faded away

Disconnected reality

Absentmindedly

Tides focus on tightness

Which are passing by

Looks like he is asleep

Like a volcano’s rest



Spear in back

Knife in head

Finger on trigger

Spear in back

Knife in head

Match on fuse

Spear in back – the spear in your back

Knife in head – the knife in your head



The purity of wrath

The purity betrays forever



I await the deliverance

Know that it will be great

So unbelievable pure and strong

No catchword can describe it



The question

What comes after?

No matter!

Straightforward!



The Brutality

Will prevail

Without any

Reason