of the Rhine, still Wodon's domain For noble Arminius is Germanic again Romes' mighty eagle received with disdain Altars erected where three legions stood None escaped oblivion
oblivion with thee. Ways of darkness. The third eye reflects the images of vast reluctant pasts. Ethereal eternity awaits the final act. It crawls toward the altar
and rotten flesh Surrounds her has she finds her way among the coffins In the amber light of the candlelight She sees the silhoutte of the altar of
on the stone Between the afterglow of pain Our children's tears beneath the rain of Oblivion Angel sighs, "Breathe the kiss of Oblivion" New born cries - altar
THE STARS... ONLY MATTER THEY WORSHIPPED.... FORGETTING THEY WERE ONLY GRAINS OF SAND... AND SOON THEY LOST THEIR SOULS.... THEIR GOD WAS CALLED TECHNOLOGY... AT ITS ALTAR
The Oak. My blood is trickling down it no light in this church made of trees some men in white are chanting their song to the altar of Cernunnos. Crucified