Sneaking Death is looking sad,
Bloody breeze ripples the water surface,
The eye of the Lake grew dark.
The deadly lullaby it's singing,
Delightful verses are luring you,
Come closer, come closer.
Dew drops are shining
On the naked bones of the sleepers,
The Flower of Horror is singing for you.
the Ancestors of my Ancestors. The Messengers of Reasonable Beings.
Beautiful. Noble. Powerful. Demons. It was Them. How I desired to meet Them!
During my existence I have never met them - and now They have called me.
- Intro - Grand Opening
- Meeting (My Father)
- On The Other Side
- Song (Dream)
- The Lake Flower Of Evil
- The Monolith Of Demons I
- Bridge To The...
- The Monolith Of Demons II