Upon shallow graves
The sisters (are) dancing
Upon the bones of seven dead
Through raven's eyes
The ghosts are watching
Through a realm of pain
They slowly move

Seven daggers buried deep
The seven sisters never sleep

On this night of the scarecrow
The blood-moon shines
Seven corpses never found
The masque of the dead
They wear tonight
The seven sisters with raven's eyes

For the angel - the Scarecrow - The broken one
Whose wings are but shadows in the setting sun
The unhallowed sisters dance tonight
Kissed by the devil in the pale moon light

Seven phantoms - seven graves
Seven sisters without names
Blessed by the Scarecrow
Blessed by the night
Torn and broken shadows dance
The angel is watching
In shrouds of mist and spiders web
The seven sisters with raven's eyes

Torn apart
The moonlit night
The silence
And then no more
Left to die
In another dream
I would shine
It would be mine...

The silent one before me rise
I watch him glow...
So cold and naked...
His eyes are burned away

I stare into the darkness
Where nothing can be seen
Tears fall from my weary eyes
Nothing can be seen

Fading dreams and visions
Purity has its price
The silent one, the Endless...
Staring with empty eyes
Across the room upon the wall
Motionless I hang
Denied my life
In another dream
I would shine
It would be mine...

Torn apart
The moonlit night
The silence
And then no more
Left to die
In another dream
I would shine
It would be mine...

The silent one before me rise
I watch him glow...
So cold and naked...
His eyes are burned away

And one by one
The statues came to life
As if driven by an unseen force
Slowly they moved
With heavy steps through the portal
Toward the great unknown
And then...
No more...

Upon the moor
A ragged shape
So silent stand
In your dreams
With outstretched wings
The Angel dance
So dark and fearful
Can you see his face?
And then another vision
Will this never end?

Dark and deep
The endless sea
Where the dreamer dwells
Belial felt
The dragons breathe
Then the Angels fell
To play among the shadows
Can you hear them call?
Penetrate the silence
Will you heed their call?

Another night
The Broken one
Is back again
The Scarecrow
Can't be banished
Who will hear you pray?
Upon the moor in silence
Heed the dreamers call
It penetrate the silence
Will you heed their call?

Black blood. Dust and ashes.
In the spiders web the fly is lost
Dead eyes in darkness prying
Within my corpse the worms still crawl

Bleached bones 'round my throne lie scattered
Where life once bloomed now silence rule
Faceless A dark god now risen
To purge the earth, to thin the heard
Brought to life in silence
Out of worm infested graves
In darkness I've risen
To curse the world again

The Earth is dead...

The black wounds never healing
Welcome death, I've come to you
The hellish pain increasing
My legacy I've brought to you

Brought to life in silence
Out of worm infested graves
In darkness I've risen
To curse the world again

Plaguebringer
The Earth is dead...

Pale shines the moon above me
It lights my way through the desert night
How much further do I have to wander?
How much more must I sacrifice?

Mentioned only by the mad one
The nameless city - shunned by all
What awaits I can't imagine
In my thoughts the poet's words I recall:

"That is not dead which can eternal lie
And through strange aeons even death may die..."

The wind... Unspeakable... so cold... so cold...
A presence... in the dark... the wind... it tears my soul

Behind the walls... Underneath the towers...
Of this cursed city... the horror I faced...
Beyond belief... I stared into the abyss...
The Labyrinth... The tombs of glass...
Twisted and grotesque... the demonic corpses.
They looked at me... with empty eyes...
And I swear... And I swear...
I saw them move. The mad poet...
His words... "That is not dead..."

Voices, sweet and beckoning
In your mind, leads you the way
Guides you through the blackened night
They've promised that you'll be safe

Shadows dance before your eyes
To a tune the devil plays
You're mesmerized by his tender songs
From the depths of the cursed lake

The fog lie thick, on the surface dark
At the shore you stand alone
With empty eyes, at the lake you stare
Soon the devil will take his bride

Take his hand, join the dance
Leave this world so far behind
A night of joy, then oblivion
Within the depths of the cursed lake

Behind the walls I hide where the sun cannot reach me
Within the tower where you can't see my face
Through dust I slowly stride where the night is forever
Within the tower where you can't see my face

One step behind you
Turn around, and I am gone
You'll never see me
Just a feeling that something is so wrong
Each night I wander
Uninvited, from the tower
A nightly guest
Who has come to kiss your life good-bye

From the past, a shadow
A phantom, in the pale moonlight
I can see you
Oh, how sweet is not your face in fright
Your heart is pounding
As you walk through the shadow of the tower
I can smell your fear
And I know that you know that l am near

Time
Like ice now frozen
A moment
An eternity
Eyes
Underneath the surface
Watching
Staring at you

Cry
Oblivion engulfs me
Lay me down
Pleasure for you
Pray
As a true believer
My soul is lost
Nothing's left for you

Time
Like ice now frozen
A moment
An eternity
Dust
At my endless funeral
Your dreams
In vain comes true

Tears will drown you
In pretended grief you gorge
At my endless funeral
The bells toll for you

Rise
Toward the surface
Through the eye of the storm
You'll find the way
The way through the labyrinth
Sweet Leviathan
Across oceans of time
You'll find the way

Stride
The path of angels
Watch the shadows dance
Along your way
Behind your back
Decomposition
For each step you take
For each question why

Burned right before your empty eyes
Scattered around the charred bones lie
Wings are broken and feathers torned
No tears will fall for those forlorn
Pale ghosts are rising
From their shallow graves
To devour the last of hopes
To make it fade away

Psyche
The ever changing tide
The banner fell in the ashes
Upon the field where the victims lie
Transformation
The way of the butterfly
As seasons change with reason
The truth become a lie

Welcome, friends to feast upon the mighty bowels of God - the late
In putrid stench our supper is served - rejoice and rejuvenate.
Eat the sins - the rotten flesh. Devour what's left behind.
Erected is our temple grand on plagued ground in your mind.

Far from sunlight and deep within the womb of mother earth.
The moldy tombs. The dark, damp, rooms where we, deceased, are given
birth.
We praise the sick - the king of death. We salute the lord of germs.
Erected is our temple grand - the Temple of the Worms.

Inner Sanctum - Sanctum Sanctorum
Where flies do gather
The Temple of the Worms

Chime the Bells!
The Temple of the Worms