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
Sunset of west
from the ancient days of grace
Frozen walls in the frozen life
Hide inside a little bleed.
The spring has dried away
cos’ I’ve been sealed too far away
from my darling, from home
To my dear friend whom I’ve been loved
From the ancient days of grace
Trust too blind might turn fragment glass
If you fall and no-one catch
I have traveled long, long way
Seen the depths of sorrow springs
across the continent of tears
seen the little dead, black wings in sunset of west.