[Words: W. Süssenbeck / Music: Böhm,
Pichlbauer, Koritar]

UNDER DARK RUINS OF GRIEF

SHADOWS OF DEADANGELS PLAY

AND MY SILENCE IS A BLACK SKY

FACES OF DEATH BENEATH

INTOXICATED BY PAIN

ANGELS REST IN ROOMS

IN DUSK MANKINDS RUINS ROT

ANGELS WITH FILTH STAINED WINGS

HUMILITY SILENT BLEEDS

AS GOLDEN GRIEF FADES AWAY

LIGHT`S SHIMMERING VEIL

DIM AND DRAPED STIGMATA

AND A CALL ECHOED IN TIME

IS A HYMN FOR THE CHOSEN ONES

AND A CALL ECHOED IN TIME

IS A HYMN FOR THE CHOSEN ONES

FOR A SAVIOUR IS NOT IN SIGHT

SING THE HYMN TO THE CHOSEN ONES

THERE; WHERE THE DEAD LIE

ANGELS WOULD WASTE A TEAR

RAVENS FLY WITH CORRODING WINGS

DRIVEN BY IMMENSE DESIRE

STARING UP IN EMPTINESS

SUNKEN COLOURS MOVE

MAGNIFICENT VEIL OF BELIEF

STIMATIZED ANGELS IN UTTER DECAY

DEEP RIVER SILENTLY BREATHES

RAISING EMACIATED HANDS

THROUGH MYSTIC INFINITIES