Vernal stench fills the air
The dying ones, searching for a lair
The queen is fair
The king is dead
Brown red stains soil their bed
The distant cry from White Mountain vales
The hours go by and we have lost the trails
Your horrible and heavy breath
The silent pilot comes at last: death!
Then you can see a new day has begun
But heavy clouds have blotted out the sun
Nothing can be heard
All is silent and black
At the gates of dawn, no turning back
"Steal the demons from my heart
You had it coming, and now we are apart"
The spring is calling at the door
Death is death on the seventh floor
There is cancer in the wind
There is judgement for those who have sinned
Oh, how I wished to see you smile
But all that I touch I defile
Thousand tears of the child bride
In the house of mirrors, no place to hide
In these halls echoes your cry
You are hurt
This world must die