Below The Holy Fatherlands

<br>In a lost dark world beyond eternity<br>Where phantasm has its origin<br>Where the shadows hunt the light<br>And no god enforces might<br>Lies the sin, the painful sin.<br><br>From the clouds above my eyes<br>Drop the tears that lead the way<br>To the entry of the hidden<br>Wither knowledge takes my brain...<br><br>Lead me to the kingdom of depths<br>Where silence is a form of life;<br>The day of decision recalls my thoughts<br>And prepares my mind to die.<br><br>Rising spirit baptises winds of<br>Foreign existence, black times` cry<br>Hills as a fragment of ancient breath and<br>As signs for the place where the ruins may hide.<br><br>In the centre of forbidden<br>Thoughts we meet and will defy<br>And the shadows will appear and<br>Their eyes will stand the fear<br>In the unknown reigns of darkened unknown lives...<br><br>Lead me to the kingdom of depths<br>Where silence is a form of life;<br>The day of decision recalls my thoughts<br>And prepares my mind to die.<br><br>The horror lives... below the holy fatherlands.