...and they roam
On and on
Day by day

[ref 1:]
Wake up
Hell-come
The truth
Yes it hurts

Sustain
The pain
N' attain
Salvation

[ref 2]
Can you see the flowers growing
In all that blood dyed soil
Can you see the lost souls glowing
Forever, they will toil

[ref 1]

Can you see the rivers flowing
'round all the sins of men
Can you see the sad ones owing
Their lives to lies since then

Praise the woods of old, praise the winds so cold
Please guide our way, through these seven days of may

Supra absurdum
Supra absurdum

On this journey, through black reality
We'd touched Utopia
A place quite far from here

On our journey, through black reality
We met ourselves
In a sphere quite far from here

[ref 2]

You failed
The task
Finally
Abandoned

And piles
Of loss
Once more
In my mind

Praise the woods of old, raise this place of grace
Please guide our way, through these seven days of may