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Spirits of the old world
Lungs filled with dust
But why the dead white man
Stand upon this burning bed?
Death is the sign
Of what time already fucked us all
And the gates are open
Spirits of the old world
Lungs filled with dust
But why the dead white man
Stand upon this burning bed?
Death is the sign
Of what time already fucked us all
And the gates are open
The earth went into quakes
The sky went into spinning
The gates are open
They contain resentment
They stare at stars
They've gone and left the planet
Where the dead white man walking
Touched the sun
Strong is the time
It's coming from the grave
Lifugia
Pestatorem
Pestatorem
Their state
The rage of killing gods
Millions and millions of cannons
Millions and millions of guns
Echoes from the crystal city
Of white magic and the sad grey lives
Death rings from the gates of hell
And the dead white man is rotting
He is hollowed down
When the dead will leave
To this wasteland far
Give them a grave
And use those rotten swords
Why the dead white man
Stand upon this burning bed?
Everything is moving down
And the letters of the plan
Say
That in the evil mass of men
We will see
And the earth is a comfort
Comfort
The world is in rapid transition
The dead white man is lost in the world
The world is in my head
The world is in rapid transition
The dead white man is lost in the world
The world is in my head
The world is inside
Inside your head