Album: Angst (2010)OblivionDead night comes near
This is the fear of being forgotten
Dead night can't hear
Swallowing the stench of something rotten
In a construct of emptiness
Iron skeletons of dead giants
And here comes the last living soul
Which will vanish without a trace
Sentinel of the dead
The last thousand years will come to an end
Close the gates, make it end
Cover me with rust and mute my lament
For the loneliness tears my heart
Kills my anguish, murders my angst
And a final storm of dust
Sweeps what has been us
And a final storm of dust sweeps us
Into the mouth of the dead city sleeper
