Luftwaffe Bled White
If only the world had just one neck
If only the sun would swell and turn black
If only the skies would come crashing down
Non time is advent Et Nihil Est
Scrawled on a wall are words writ in vain
Their meaning is lost, discarded inane
Life loveth life is the best man can offer
There'll be nothing to love when lain on death's altar
Non Time is advent Et Nihil Est
Lashed by a hand the skin is bled white
Reasons for living have been offered and failed
Death's bed were making as we face the night
Darkness is falling the world is impaled
All visions all dreams all systems and structures
A progression toward and end is a progression of death
We are death's dowry, we are death's estate
All life is but vermin that feeds on decay
