I stand in a mist at a grey cold
as the blood from these veins
Now as rivers bleed
into the crust of the eath
The last gift, the death
and rebirth...
Like the ancient foretold
Old hands that carved
covered by ivory dust in tongues of old
raised by the voice of man
Carried by the wind, forever echoed
My death brings
Knowing as he who died before
Pass vice to he who died behind me
Bleeding upon the eath
Man bleeds, the earth drinks
Burn this foreign belief, foreign way of life
All that is all
as the blood from these veins
Now as rivers bleed
into the crust of the eath
The last gift, the death
and rebirth...
Like the ancient foretold
Old hands that carved
covered by ivory dust in tongues of old
raised by the voice of man
Carried by the wind, forever echoed
My death brings
Knowing as he who died before
Pass vice to he who died behind me
Bleeding upon the eath
Man bleeds, the earth drinks
Burn this foreign belief, foreign way of life
All that is all