...we are the kingdom of the dead where darkness take our cold souls place the world is a grave for us from our tormented eyes flow tears of stone all we have seen and felt is hate and d**h moon lights the ominous shadow of humanity nothing has sense in this ruinous life black sky is a pantheon for human laments... in a graveyard of broken statues our cold bodies rest every statue reflects a pain... (... pain carved in black stone ..) pain of... incomprehension pain of... desperation pain of... frustration pain of... intolerance pain of... hate pain of... love pain of... melancholy, pain of... solitude our bodies of cold broken stone... ...reflect for black eternity what grim truth has been of this decadent humanity...