Из альбома: Tau Cross
I am standing like a sundial, casting shadows on the late September grain
A scarecrow crucifixion hanging lifeless for nobody to explain
I was born of the Eclipse within the darkness of the equinoctial storm
The seasons turned unrecognized around me as the stars fell from the skies
I was smothered by the winding cloth of suffocating, superstitious lies
I was buried far beneath the frozen earth, dead and forgotten to the World
Yet still I dream…
Lazarus
You shall not bind me with these lies, I am alive, I am alive
Out of the grave I shall arise, I am alive!
I shall live beneath the Mountains, draw my water from the older deeper Well
I shall learn the tongue of Angels, forge the key to free the rusted gates of Hell
I shall walk into the sea from whence I came, to where I shall return
…So are the risen, among the living