Cemetery Of Scream Prophet
He had no eyes
He saw much more than us
Fire in his hands
Stigmata of the Universe
He came to reign
Over our dying world
Nobody knew him
And he knew everyone by name
There in his book
So many dates,so many fates
There in his Book of Death
Your final scream and my last breath
Mysterious signs
Symbols and scribbles everywhere
On every yellowed page
All in his Book of Death
He said no word
Yet we have to obey
His silent orders
We understood them very well
Inside the ring
Of cosmis energies
He shaped black matter
Using the strongest gravity
There in his Book
So many dates,so many fates
There in his Book of Death
Your final scream and my last breath
Mysterious signs
Symbols and scribbles everywhere
On every yellowed page
All in his book of Death
Stigmata of the Universe...
Cos he knew everyone by name...
We understood them very well...
Feeling the strongest gravity...
