Ideal [de] - Eiszeit lyrics

Confessor

Of the tragedies in man

Lurking in the core of us all

The last dying call for the everlost

Brief encounters, bleeding pain

Lepers coiled neath the trees

Dying men in bewildered soliloquys

Perversions bloom round the bend

Seekers, lost in their quest

Ghosts of friends frolic

under the waning moon

It is the year of death

Wielding his instruments

Stealth sovereign reaper

Touching us with ease

Infecting the roots in an instant

Burning crop of disease

I am just a spectator

An advocate documenting the loss

Fluttering with conceit

This doesn't concern me yet

Still far from the knell

Taunting their bereavement

Mob round the dead

Point fingers at the details

Probing vomits for more

Caught in unbridled suspense

We have all lost it now

Catching the flakes of dismay

Born the travesty of man

Regular pulse midst pandemonium

You're plucked to the mass

Parched with thirst for the wicked

Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark

The sun sets forever over Blackwater park