the one to speak of the dead speak of the dead war of the centuries raping my soul I am the one to speak of the dead bring forth the one to speak of the dead
to bring the war up your way, if you hate Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell
cause they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from
soul (possession) there is no salvation (possession) eternal motherfuckin' damnation (possession) possession (16x) the hatred of hells fires for mankind burn inside me my lifeless dead
and molded, I can live an eternity in a minute's time A borrowed talent filled with copied goals The carcass of hope lies dead beneath the fabric of
(Music: Brolycke, Norman, Rudolfsson Lyrics: Karlen) Mighty forests speak of tales that have fallen into oblivion. Shadows of ancient mountains
into the night Dance with me eternally Dancing shadows around me whispering Nosferatu, Mortiis, Incubus Crawling, howling, roaring, ecstasy Blood, skulls, death, blasphemy Inverted pentacle I dug myself so deep Into
breathe the scent of death lie in sacred forms tombs of ancient souls ruler of the dead speak the names of might hold the sacred rite now to dwell in
like statues cold But did you see the cracks on my white chest Just above the heart Drained of life and blackened with dead love To speak the names -
conciousness must awake to eternity that lays before me ... for I am the new Migrator!" [B. SLEEPER AWAKE] [Ian Parry, Lana Lane] Atomically into existence