De la morte noire

Born through astral constellation Those pictures are now getting clearer Inside his head And sent by the highest god They start to rise from the deepest depth "My King - dead - no!!!!! Dying by the lance... so slow..." He wipes the tears Away, and tries to think As clear as the falling rain But his hope begins to sink But his hope begins to sink... .. down to this point Do you fear? Yes you do, and you always will! The bleeding of another part Crawls into your mind and still... Es kam zu erinnern [It comes to remind] An des Menschen Bu