Vicious Circle - Vader

Necromancer, the rites of dementia

See what the death looks like

Souls with the limbo, coming withe eternal flames

Arrive in circles of trembling hands

No inferno but also no heavens

No god on his golden throne

Promised eden turned into desert

Empty space and dead remains

Spectral mouth tells hopeless truth

In uknown words massacring the mind

There is nothing after life

What we can imagine now and here

Infinitely full of posthumous nothing

Greed for immorality

Is only despair now

Caught in the waiting for nowhere

Selling the souls for oblivions price

«I must be immortal»

Nocturnal stagnacy as I burn my candles

Sanity now dozes and waits for a day

Nightmares in their real dimensions

No hope now…

Soon I will die…

No inferno but also no heavens

No god on his golden throne

Promised eden turned into desert

Empty spaces and dead remains