Centhron - Gasman

Where is the shadow, that calls me into darkness Where are the troops, that hail the one eyed god Where is the voice, that whispers us the paradise Where are our bodies, LEFT TO ROT An emperor between the lights "Es ist ein Führer" of pregnant frights If they get birth and rise again Will be the fourth realm and then... Ref: Gasman coming - lord of death Kiss the children in their last breath Love the women hard and cold Gasman you are called Gasman March on towards a gory past For our future that nothing left Call the gasmen with draping fumes Remains just dead, a stinking dune