Finale hour you will pay — for your love to mystics
Trembling, you kiss — your carved crucifix
This day will witness my unholy death
I smell the whispering angel’s breath
Cold — feel — numb
Lord — where are thou
Blinded by the visions — why have thy come
Floating in the twilight of life and death
The unknown is rising and your faith starts to break
Denying you cry — for your salvation
This night will witness my spirit float
Oh yes, I have kissed the goat
Death — has won
God — begone
Float — levitized spirit — leave the corpse’s bed
Sense — vaguely — graveclothes
In shreds haunted
(Solo: Tony)
I wish I’d never come here
The dead should be left in peace
