Ed:
Bloodshot eyes awakend from an easy slumber
Limbs all white and stiff slowly coming to life
Sheets are drenched in sweat from nightly terrors
Joylessly a new dawn is welcomed
The day is wasted on rituals whithout meaning
As night descends the dreams return-
-… To fill my bed again

Blood shot eyes awaken from a restless slumber
Skin is white and cold, heart barely beats
Escaping slowly from drowsy realms of horror
Reluctant to awake yet terrified to sleep

Rogga:
Weep for me
Weep for what I have done
Cry like the cryers of ancient times

Weep for me
Weep for what I have done
There’s no hope in hell it can ever-
– be undone

Going trought the motions

Keeping the madness at day
Blocking all emotions
For fear thel’ll wash my soul away

Ed:
Behind me the past comes clawing trough
The veils of guilt and suppression I drapped-
– Around you

My memory is obscured by clouds of time
I ask myself a painfull question, woud I still-
– recognize… my son

Rogga:
Running from what’s comming
At least in my dreams I can run
Hiding from the blackness
That engulfs my room, my bed, my lungs

Ed:
Behind my the past comes clawing trough
The years of grief and depression I sufferd-
– for you
My memory, little pieces still remain
I make myself a painfull promise-
– To visit your grave – My son…