Flow Through The Black Stars کے بول

Where They Keep The Dead Swallow the decay Where the liquid life flows Form into nothingness To have the answer The clouds beckon And the soil sleeps What is shall be of none Intermingled visions Of dead dreams Seek the dead As a holy sacrament Obscure sweet wine The purity of black water Under the rage Who shall stand Why must I be bound to earth When my thoughts travel beyond Why must I be bound to life When I yearn for the end Why must I be bound to flesh When my mind knows no limits The shadows burn The flame appeases me Be gone earth and flesh Take these tired limbs of mine To where the dead keep their bones I am the soul of dead Sinister Hate Enchanting offerings So I Scream For Mankind Only In Death You Are Beautiful