and they roam
On and on
Day by day
[ref 1:]
Wake up
Hell-come
The truth
Yes it
hurts
Sustain
The pain
N attain
Salvation
[ref 2]
Can you see the flowers growing
In all that blood dyed
soil
Can you see the lost souls glowing
Forever, they will toil
[ref 1]
Can you see the rivers flowing
round all
the sins of men
Can you see the sad ones owing
Their lives to lies since then
Praise the woods of old, praise the winds so
cold
Please guide our way, through these seven days of may
Supra absurdum
Supra absurdum
On this journey, through
black reality
Wed touched Utopia
A place quite far from here
On our journey, through black reality
We met ourselves
In
a sphere quite far from here
[ref 2]
You failed
The task
Finally
Abandoned
And piles
Of loss
Once
more
In my mind
Praise the woods of old, raise this place of grace
Please guide our way, through these seven days of
may
