Gothminister - Nachtzehrer

Here comes the last caress from deep beyond the grave Burn slowly time to rest slave to this manifest Need the one to save your soul impossible to hide it Need the one to rise again so the future can return Why are you afraid to do this I don't know it's kind of scary Why do you fear to open your mind no don't let me step inside We are leaving this world you don't know what you're doing this time Through shades of shadows the fear shall not return And the children shall never burn We were destined to survive we are sick of being depraved our fantasy Bow to the new army of salvation when your weary days are gone Hail to the wicked sons The fear of being crucified on your own blackened cross The fear of seven inch nails battered through your defenseless body The fear of waking up from the dead and Smell the scars of two thousand years failures