Tristitia Envy The Dead
As I watch down below The remains of the human race To reveal the last confess of an Evil revival A force in front of evil ones With fire eyes, men of thunder Malignancy the root of the past Mankind rest in peace Envy the dead, we will yearn for our death Silence is the peace for the one I search As I burn down the bridge... Behind me my inflamed path I leave Into dust and ashes, a future wish Pain of the flesh in a rotten grave With sinful pain and immortal seed A last try to revive and smell the Slowly withering wreath A new kingdom to come Awaiting the enthroned of the Ungod Envy the dead I walk through the plains Visions of horror A few survivors just to suffer Winds of doom Blows across this desert Too late to be wise There is no time for remorse Just envy the dead A burning twisted cross ahead Something for all of us to fear Resent age of undying wrath Will lead us all into an eternal Embrace of darkness Envy the dead, we will yearn for our death Silence is the peace for the one I search
