Cold trails, long roots
Xen omm
From north
Nemo ante mortem beatus
Nostromo
Siberia
The cradle
Things that made the pain
Wagons
Waves of insanity
Burning black
At the gates
Ten years
The Ground
Sunset of west

Waves of insanity

Welcome to your nightmare lay your head down in pillow
Little man in big dream will become one in fate
Don’t count on tears boy there’s none but your pain
Big seas are calling your name to the waves.

Feel storm inside
Arising waves of insanity whispers
Feel storm inside
Surrounding views are merging in mute scream.

Vicious, evil looks are drilling straight through the brain
They are burning you the marks of rabble man.
In the flashlights of your memory’s seen the shining blade
Heavy steel has cut and you’re not innocent

Watching hands of stranger holding instruments of hate
No nothing powerful that wipe that dirt away
While the whip bites thousand times inside the skin of guilt
The dreamer opens eyes just seeing all is too late.

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