Teksty: Dark Tranquillity. The Mind's I. Hedon.

[Music: Henriksson, Sundin]
[Words: Sundin]

Enter Suicidal Angels;

How hungry we've become;
like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
that galloped down, disordered worlds behind

From word to a word I was led to a word
that spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence
holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, it the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
to draw down the end from within

We need not the horns
that emanate from our warty, haunted bodies
severed and numbered they are

Nihilist,