The Dark Land



I woke up from a dream on my deathbed

It is just midnight and the bright day has long since rotted away

I woke up in my cold grave, touched by cursing light

Today is Walpurgis Night the Lord of Darkness calls



You woke up from a dream on your deathbed

It's just midnight on the bright day and you're rotting

You woke up in your cold grave, touched by cursing light

Today is Walpurgis Night the Lord of Darkness is calling



I am made of time and space by a dead brain

It is light day and the dark night has long since decayed

I am made of suffering and plague by a magic hand

Today dark power reigns my whole being belongs to the brood



You are made of time and space by a dead brain

It's light day and dark night and you're rotting

You are made of suffering and plague by a magic hand
Today dark power reigns your whole being belongs to the brood



Take a look at my soul and order me to dig in



Show me the way

The light from your hand

Resembles the brightly burned sun



Show me the way

In the unknown realm

Where blood and wine are alike



Show me the way

The light from your hand

Shines down into the dark land



Show me the way

Into the unknown realm

Where body and bread are alike